FLUFFEH'S CRIB.
HAHA ok so >.> I think taradiane fed me red velvet methcakes, because I srsly just woke up early after being awake for nearly a full day while traveling and cleaned her kitchen like a fiend. We're talking the hardcore detailing of appliances here, pplz, whether or not they actually needed it. I don't even do that in my own house. I also got OCD about arranging the pillows and blankies on the sofa, and systematically draping the curtains and the little sheer fluttery panels that tremble out of place every time the air conditioning comes on. I SENSE CONSPIRACY.
Now, I am sitting at her kitchen table with no pants on, freezing my niblets off because I am too addicted to Bejeweled to go upstairs and dress myself. (Flash forward twenty years to a picture of me doing the same exact thing, only in my parents' basement instead of a sweet townhouse stocked with munchies for me, comfy furniture and high speed internet. :D) If I had known when I came slinking down the stairs at a quarter to nine this morning that I would never actually make it back to bed after my breakfasting meth cupcake voyage, I would have planned ahead and worn more than bloomers and a tshirt.
I suppose there's still time. Fluffeh is working today, so I've got to pace myself. I can only spend so much time in the shower squandering her fancy shampoo and other such products before the hot water runs out, after all. B-)
EDIT: THERE IS A WHITE DUCK SITTING OUT ON THE EDGE OF THE LAKE 8-> I wonder if I could invite it into the kitchen to make this place feel more like home. :-? It would never sit in my lap like the ducks at home, but I miss the constant quacky bitching as background noise. :">
Now, I am sitting at her kitchen table with no pants on, freezing my niblets off because I am too addicted to Bejeweled to go upstairs and dress myself. (Flash forward twenty years to a picture of me doing the same exact thing, only in my parents' basement instead of a sweet townhouse stocked with munchies for me, comfy furniture and high speed internet. :D) If I had known when I came slinking down the stairs at a quarter to nine this morning that I would never actually make it back to bed after my breakfasting meth cupcake voyage, I would have planned ahead and worn more than bloomers and a tshirt.
I suppose there's still time. Fluffeh is working today, so I've got to pace myself. I can only spend so much time in the shower squandering her fancy shampoo and other such products before the hot water runs out, after all. B-)
EDIT: THERE IS A WHITE DUCK SITTING OUT ON THE EDGE OF THE LAKE 8-> I wonder if I could invite it into the kitchen to make this place feel more like home. :-? It would never sit in my lap like the ducks at home, but I miss the constant quacky bitching as background noise. :">