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[threeplusfire]

I have some song stuck in my head, but only a line. Go away go away go away... It must have been one of those cds, I think it was Vertical Horizon. Another one that's a random radio rock song with the line one good turn deserves my dying. But I don't know why I've got a brain full of song fragments and nothing else. Too much time playing Soul Calibur I suppose.

On the bright side I'm learning to throw other players pretty well.
I am also learning to play hackey sack, which is a silly hippy sport so far as I concerned. It just helped pass the smoke breaks. We play in the parking garage.

I'd post the grocery list, but Alan has it along with the change. London broil, a pound of smoked and peppered salmon, four kinds of yogurt, lemonade, couscous, poblanos and eight million other things.

Why am I still up? Couldn't say.

The cat likes to roll over and taunt us with his furry belly. The moment one touches it he curls up and bites.

Comments

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

You cat and my cats have been talking, haven't they?

:: suspicious ::

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Entirely likely. I think they have telepathy.

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

... the thought of a feline hive consciousness really scares me.

O_o

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Haha, oh there is such a story in there somewhere. I should write it.

[delchi.livejournal.com]

Oh yes yes yes. I bear the scratches from many a evening I have fallen into that trap.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Thank heavens I just got nail clippers the other day or we would be ribbons.

[baseproduct.livejournal.com]

Cats are crafty devils! I've fallen for that many a time.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

You would think we would learn, but no...