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bumfuck with the biddies | 17 May 2002 | 1:56 pm


friday afternoon and fully congested�however am i to sing tonight? directly after work i am off to my concert to sing of love and frenchness�to sing to my absent love, my words drifting up and evaporating before they ever reach his plane.

*sigh*

i actually feel worse about not being able to pick him up at the airport�he being a shuttle and a bus away from home and i being in bumfuck with the biddies.

i forgot my sammiches at home, all rondelle and tomatoes and sharp sharp cheddar�fresh pumpernickel bread. i am hungry already, and now i have to wait until 11:30 tonight to eat. pleh.

i�ll survive i am sure.

last night idlechic and i went over to theredbaron�s home for to photograph and romp!

get your head out of the gutter!
we were taking pictures of the animals. heh.

this one, from miss idlechic, is of the two little ones who spent most of the time on my lap (see pic below) or on mum�s neeeples (pictures of nipple action to come! heh, and keep thinking kittens and cats, you sickos).

*suck*suck*succubus!

my heart shatters and cracks�i am so full of love it is silly. i just want to give it out to everyone and everyone! we need a little colorful kitty as part of our family, we do�! well, we really do not, and have enough kitten eye problems to keep us busy�but�but�butt!

pleh.

yesterday was all about the kittens and the vegetation. there is sage and basil, rosemary and oregano...dill...peppers...and of course catnip! my garden is going to flourish and yeild...my plant babies will grow and i will eat eat eat them!!

nummy!!

i am more congested then yesterday, but the throat hurty seems to have dissipated for the time being�the throat goblins have not. pleh. my thoughts turn lazy circles and sink down their hooks into membranes to keep hold. headache, sinus pressure pressure, raspy and not sexy at all voice and slight dizzy�

perhaps puttinonthehits tonight instead of the actual?

better that way, methinks, if i actually sing i may breathe on the biddies�and no one wants that.


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