*yaaaawwnn*
the rolling stones again and killing time whilst waiting for Aimee to show up online (Ah... poor Humbug was waiting for me for AAAGGGEEESSS) and wei xin to come home from work. I feel like a fisherman's wife, wringing her hands in expectation... candle in the window and everything.
Found a pen that smelled like grapes. Kept me occupied for a bit. T'was fun.
The fibre-optic cat is gone, and we are left pondering the strange existence of death. Poor Gary. I will always remember sleeping on lana's couch with grown up gary purring in my arms.
Found a pen that smelled like grapes. Kept me occupied for a bit. T'was fun.
The fibre-optic cat is gone, and we are left pondering the strange existence of death. Poor Gary. I will always remember sleeping on lana's couch with grown up gary purring in my arms.