Jul. 18th, 2007

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To my friends who want to remain spoiler-free, I suggest you turn off your notifications.  There appears to be a fucking bastard whose LJ name looks like a spoiler to me.  The asshole friended me, and I hadn't got my notifications turned off yet.  Thanks, asshole.  I hope someone makes your life miserable.
innerslytherin: (001.944 monsterbook)
To my friends who want to remain spoiler-free, I suggest you turn off your notifications.  There appears to be a fucking bastard whose LJ name looks like a spoiler to me.  The asshole friended me, and I hadn't got my notifications turned off yet.  Thanks, asshole.  I hope someone makes your life miserable.
innerslytherin: (dark fae)
It allows me to post to LJ without actually seeing anything that might spoil me or tempt me to read my flist.  Which I am not doing just now.

What I am doing is trying to decide whether to eat or not.  This has been an uncomfortable day.  I think I know what's behind it, because that time of the month always seems to interfere with fun things like trips to Chicago. *sigh*  But I spent the morning with a wretched headache and the afternoon with an upset stomach and the remaining headache.  I have a kitty curled up on my bed, which is cute.  Fortunately he hasn't peed anywhere inappropriate since that last occasion, and he's been clingier than usual this morning because Mum and Dad left today for their genealogy trip.  They'll be getting home sometime Friday, so it isn't a long trip, but of course all Merlin knows is that I'm the only person here to give him attention and, more importantly, food.

Speaking of cats, Antony and Cleopatra (the outdoor cats who have adopted us) were on the back porch for dinner earlier.  Two nights ago they brought the two kittens up to eat, as well.  I have pictures of Antony and Cleopatra, but not of the kittens yet.  We've only seen them from a distance or after dark, unfortunately, which doesn't lend itself to getting good pictures.  But one is black with white feet and the other is the spitting image of Antony except with white feet.  Antony is an orange tabby.  Cleo is a calico.  I don't have any good pictures of her, yet, because she tends to run off and hide behind things when someone approaches.  Antony, on the other hand, demands love frequently and loudly.  He has to have been someone's pet at some point in his life, though he's frightfully skinny now.

Anyway, I'm hungry and can't decide if I want to reheat the spaghetti or find something else to eat.
innerslytherin: (dark fae)
It allows me to post to LJ without actually seeing anything that might spoil me or tempt me to read my flist.  Which I am not doing just now.

What I am doing is trying to decide whether to eat or not.  This has been an uncomfortable day.  I think I know what's behind it, because that time of the month always seems to interfere with fun things like trips to Chicago. *sigh*  But I spent the morning with a wretched headache and the afternoon with an upset stomach and the remaining headache.  I have a kitty curled up on my bed, which is cute.  Fortunately he hasn't peed anywhere inappropriate since that last occasion, and he's been clingier than usual this morning because Mum and Dad left today for their genealogy trip.  They'll be getting home sometime Friday, so it isn't a long trip, but of course all Merlin knows is that I'm the only person here to give him attention and, more importantly, food.

Speaking of cats, Antony and Cleopatra (the outdoor cats who have adopted us) were on the back porch for dinner earlier.  Two nights ago they brought the two kittens up to eat, as well.  I have pictures of Antony and Cleopatra, but not of the kittens yet.  We've only seen them from a distance or after dark, unfortunately, which doesn't lend itself to getting good pictures.  But one is black with white feet and the other is the spitting image of Antony except with white feet.  Antony is an orange tabby.  Cleo is a calico.  I don't have any good pictures of her, yet, because she tends to run off and hide behind things when someone approaches.  Antony, on the other hand, demands love frequently and loudly.  He has to have been someone's pet at some point in his life, though he's frightfully skinny now.

Anyway, I'm hungry and can't decide if I want to reheat the spaghetti or find something else to eat.

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