my nose it blIckes and I feel like you average, run of the mill lesbian dark rider. crusoe the kitten is purring with a little too much gusto and dan is wandering about putting pants on that until recently were on the bonnet of the car. he's tried on a few outfits noe, I wonder if he has a date :)
breathing: labored, face: average at best. but what are you going to do?
I'm going to see little Miriam and Hannah later on tonight, and give Miriam a birthday present because I love her so, even when she tells me stories about beig a sly fox on the potty next to a river, when in actual fact she's on the potty in the lounge room. I don't really fully comprehend the way in which the mind of the toddler works. but I'm getting better at it, and that's a fact. OR IS IT?
gallons of anything would be nice. gallon is such a nice word. it's like pound or ounce. metric measurements sound so much nicer but really you'd think the metric system was always a more obvious choice for the mathematical genius' of the world. I spend so much time writing on my phone, it's one of the blessings of life and godliness.
little babies are so adorable, but I don't get why people like their smell. it's musty and weird, and it doesn't go away for ages because talcum powder keeps being used. it's weird that an ingredient for crack can be used to sooth a babies buttocks. very weird if you ask me.
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