Update-ism

calli, chillin out on the compy chair. it seems to be her spot of choice, where she likes to sit and see everything going on in the living room, kitchen, and hallway. little man can't sneak up on her this way.

I like the personalities of these cats, they make a good pair. Take this one, Calli, for example. She's a little observer. She'll sit atop something high, flick her tail, and check out what's going on. One day she'll make a wise human. And then there's General, the Attention Whore. Oh, but I love him. If Calli's a watcher, General's a doer. At least he knows how to entertain himself. Once, as I was chillin in bed, I heard a huge commotion down the hallway. It sounded to me like a plastic bag was involved. So I looked around, I looked everywhere, and then when I looked under the couch, there he was, looking ashamed, wearing a plastic bag. Ahh, he was so embarassed.

Anyway. I work in a couple hours. There are things to do. Mike just left on a trek to Canadian Tire. His car's sanity is very unstable - all I have to say is, 'fucken Taurus's,' star sign and car alike.

I'm thinking about posting that dream I had, but it's really long. Dreams are more interesting than mundane ramblings, though.

I'm also thinking about posting some creative work I've done through the ages, but that could take up a lot of pages. I might just need an external site for all that shit. We'll see how it goes.

Until next time.

Waffleism