It's all downhill once you've passed your peak

christinuviel made me do it:

Comment with the words 'Pimp My Ego!', and:

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.

But I won't do it before tomorrow, because I'm terribly, terribly tired. I presume it's post-flu fatigue, but for the last week I've felt like fainting every time I walk round the block, I've fallen asleep ever time I've sat on the couch and I still feel utterly incapable of doing anything. I wake up tired, spend the day tired and go to bed tired. And the list of things I need to do grows ever on and on.

Cassie is still refusing to leave the bedroom windowsill if the dogs are in the room. I'm mostly leaving her shut in the bedroom and going in with the dogs just to hang with her for a while every few hours. She's still noisily objecting to the dgs' existence. I wonder how long it'll take? Am I doing this wrong?

oh yeah, and the elbow's bad again. it was quite a bit better for a few days there. I must have done something wrong. such a drag.

It's all downhill once you've passed your peak

christinuviel made me do it:

Comment with the words 'Pimp My Ego!', and:

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.

But I won't do it before tomorrow, because I'm terribly, terribly tired. I presume it's post-flu fatigue, but for the last week I've felt like fainting every time I walk round the block, I've fallen asleep ever time I've sat on the couch and I still feel utterly incapable of doing anything. I wake up tired, spend the day tired and go to bed tired. And the list of things I need to do grows ever on and on.

Cassie is still refusing to leave the bedroom windowsill if the dogs are in the room. I'm mostly leaving her shut in the bedroom and going in with the dogs just to hang with her for a while every few hours. She's still noisily objecting to the dgs' existence. I wonder how long it'll take? Am I doing this wrong?

oh yeah, and the elbow's bad again. it was quite a bit better for a few days there. I must have done something wrong. such a drag.

You got to do it your own way

holy crap!

must get cat off kibble and canned. one cat turd is half again as big as one of Spike's.

she will eat the minced raw turkey and the rabbit. she looks happier about it if I mix it half and half with canned.

as soon as I get paid I'ma gonna buy her a few frozen mouses and day-old chicks.

also, spent most of the day in the bedroom with three relaxed black and white beasts, reading Lynne Reid Banks' Dark Quartet, a life of the Brontes. Mildly disturbed to recognise so much of myself in Branwell.

Spike was obnoxious a few times and has a scratched nose.

(am gradually answering all the "pimp my ego" entries. VERY gradually)

You got to do it your own way

holy crap!

must get cat off kibble and canned. one cat turd is half again as big as one of Spike's.

she will eat the minced raw turkey and the rabbit. she looks happier about it if I mix it half and half with canned.

as soon as I get paid I'ma gonna buy her a few frozen mouses and day-old chicks.

also, spent most of the day in the bedroom with three relaxed black and white beasts, reading Lynne Reid Banks' Dark Quartet, a life of the Brontes. Mildly disturbed to recognise so much of myself in Branwell.

Spike was obnoxious a few times and has a scratched nose.

(am gradually answering all the "pimp my ego" entries. VERY gradually)

It isn't what you do with it, it's the size that counts!

Hey cottonmanifesto!

Why I Need More Porn!! And kilts! And flower-pointers! Ring-bearing Rotties! Spike giving me away! An honour guard of dot_pet_snark members with swords and llamas, all rolling on their backs as we say "I DO!"


it's all your fault. you ate my brain.


(for the 190-odd people on my friends list who have no idea what I'm on about - sorry. You had to be there.)

It isn't what you do with it, it's the size that counts!

Hey cottonmanifesto!

Why I Need More Porn!! And kilts! And flower-pointers! Ring-bearing Rotties! Spike giving me away! An honour guard of dot_pet_snark members with swords and llamas, all rolling on their backs as we say "I DO!"


it's all your fault. you ate my brain.


(for the 190-odd people on my friends list who have no idea what I'm on about - sorry. You had to be there.)