subject: insufferable fluffiness
mood: happy
music: leaf blower down the street
CPCetc: my fingers may be cold, but my heart is warm!
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We got a puppy! He's a nine-week-old black-and-white border collie who likes to play but is really rather mellow. And his name is Samwise and he is insufferably fluffy. I was reading him The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde and JPalm kept accusing me of turning him gay. I told him that I was turning him into an intellectual and there were enough poofs in our house as is. Which he laughed at. Because I was calling myself a poof. Even though I'm not a full-blown poof. *shrug* We're tolerant here.

Anyway, I will get up a pitcher as soon as they get developed. He really is a darling to say the least.

In other news, tights become extremely comfortable the longer one wears them. And Baruch Spinoza is incessantly rocking as is Marx, though his theory will never, ever work. Honestly, Marxism would kick so much ass if it weren't for the fact that large groups of humans in small spaces breed greed. Poor Karl. Why didn't you take that into account? Le sigh. Silly Marx.

Hm... What else? I met a woman yesterday who kind of reminded me of Paiga. Except fat and missing teeth and really, really Christian. So, not really like Paiga at all. But she sort of gave off a very weak vibe of what I'm pretty sure Paiga will be like in about fourty years. She was very kind and protective and just a little off, which is quite healthy in my opinion; she sort of seemed like the aging hippie type. Mum described her as the type of person who would give someone the shirt off her back, even if that left her without one. And she definitely had the word "flower" in her surname. But she was just so kind and understanding and gave me and Mum hugs before we left, even though she had never seen me in her entire life. And I thought that maybe there were more lovely things in the world than a lot of people tell me there are because people who have been slapped by life more often than not are willing to trust complete strangers. And I really hope Mum and Da do send her a Christmas card. I think she'd appreciate it.

I think Mum's making coffee. Mmm... Irish Creme would be so good in my belly right now... *plots* Must plan my invasion. Tschüs!

Kiri! >^.^< ~mew!