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[missapocalyptic]

My cat caught a mouse.
She brought her into the house to kill her off.
I locked both up in the kitchen.
My cat is stupid, mouse is still alive.
I know where the fucking mouse is, my cat doesn't!
Got moral problem with betraying mouse to the enemy.
On the other hand: she'll die anyway. Either she starves to death or is eaten by cat.

Fuck.

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[primroseburrows]

1. I've dyed my hair some shade of red since 1990. I'm not sure what the real colour is now, but there's a lot of scary grey-like stuff, so I'm not too anxious to find out. Which reminds me, I have an appointment today and I don't know if I'm snowed in or not. I'd better check. :/

2. You're talking about speaking, not singing, right? OMG, I have a list (including -- don't laugh -- Tony Blair). Okay, not including people I actually know? No lie, it's got to be Paul Gross. It's the consonants. Nobody can do consonants like Paul. Ewan McGregor ain't no slouch, either. For singing, it's early Elton John. 1969-1976 or so.

3. I'm afraid of flying, to a certain extent, but only on big jets. Little planes don't really bother me. Also, I freak out at the idea of having to sit on the inside in a restaurant booth. I like facing the door, as well. Maybe I was a Mafia hit man in a past life.

5. A sunny August morning the year I was twelve, getting up very early and waiting for sunrise, and walking around the (suburban) block with my best friend. We sang every song with the word "morning" in it that we could think of. She went back to (boarding) school that day, and moved away soon after that. But the day itself was glorious.

[primroseburrows]

Also, wtf, I forgot the Valentine's question, and I numbered everything wrong. Go me!

I hate the concept of Valentine's day, because I really think it was pimped by greeting card companies. But I'd love to get romantic gifts and moonlight kisses, nonetheless. *g*