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why it’s a decent Tuesday

DESPITE A TERRIBLE HEAD COLD

achy kitteh is achy

ANYWAYS

  • green tea is palatable with a splash of orange strawberry Sunny D
  • I’m probably going to be Britta for Halloween
  • or maybe Sexy Ten
  • which would consist of tying and belting and cutting all of the necessary pinstripe pieces
  • (but not the Converse because I would want those intact for later)
  • Jake said we should go camping out of the blue
  • I love this idea because I’ve needed me some great outdoors
  • despite having Cold Voice (© me since 1988), I managed to belt out a decent rendition of “Defying Gravity” at the bus stop

  • leftover Thai food for lunch!
  • someone wrote “Good Morning August! :)” on my whiteboard
  • making me feel, of course, actually wanted at work
  • a very new feeling
  • anyway
  • watched some Arrested Development last night
  • plan to watch some more tonight
  • THE END
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I know no one cares but

my muse grew up.

Kyri used to be a fluffy fat winged kitten, something like this:

drawing by moi.

I often imagined her flying around, giving me cheek. y’know, because my muse would.

but then yesterday, Kyri didn’t look like that at all. she looked more like:

want to has. did not make.

I guess…she grew up. which is bizarre, since I thought I was stuck with cheeky kittenface forever. but apparently finishing something I was proud of was a maturity step?

I dunno, this is all very New Age-y, but I think maybe my writer friends will understand.

…mayyyybe.

and now I want that jewelry.