| One. TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23rd, 1997 |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|11:19 am] |
Everything seems so dull, drab, grey and boring today.
I wonder if it is the rain. It probably is. See? It's so dull that I'm complaining about the weather now!
Actually, I'm being somewhat melodramatic at the moment. It's a perfect cat day, or more rather, a perfect 'hold a cat day'. A perfect day for a cat would be one that is sunny. However a perfect 'hold a cat day' would be the day that one would sit around with one of them in one's arms.
So a cat day it is...
Now to find Zara. |
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That's how every day feels.
Now that just sounds unnecessarily pessimistic, Amy. But I can see what you're getting at.
And now the sarcasm! Not that it isn't endearing and very much you. It's interesting to see how one can easily tell who's writing.
It is. It could be much more difficult, and you'd end up chatting with someone who is frightening.
It could be. But isn't everyone at least a little bit frightening?
Yes. But some more than others.
True. True. But then again, the scary ones can't get you through the paper. So there's not much of a need to worry.
Is a cat the only thing you'll hold?
Maybe. Is there anything else that you would suggest?
Lots of things, actually.
Oh? I'm intrigued. You don't have any examples do you? | |