April 07, 2002 :: 11:48 p.m.
so much lemony goodness, I think I may explode
I just heard much snarling and yowling in the backyard. Methinks some kitties were going at it. And I do not mean going at it like having sex, I mean going at it like beating the hell out of each other. Trying to, anyway. I went out and let Gizmo and Rufus in; Giz was on the porch, looking interested, and Rufus was off down the street somewhere... I heard his bell jingling as he trotted up. I don't know if Tango is in or not, but if not, perhaps she was the one causing the ruckus. She's a tough cat. A riot-kitty. Yeah, so she sleeps all day and is a bit on the plump side, but really it's just that she has very thick fur, and regardless, she can certainly kick some ass when she needs to. Grrrar.
I've noticed that my appetite has been steadily lessening. I'm not hungry as often, and more easily satisfied when I am. Is this a side effect of eating well? It's nice, in any case. Also nice: My jeans have loosened up a bit. Woo. I really can't see any difference, other than that, but I suppose that when one has as much fat to lose as I do, it takes a lot more than six pounds to make a noticeable dent.
I work tomorrow. It actually makes me happy to say that. I have something to do tomorrow other than sit on my ass and waste space. Oh, the indescribable joy.
Joe and I saw Monsters, Inc tonight at the cheapo theater in Colonial Park. You can't beat a two-dollar movie.
MY GOD. I forgot to write about the best thing ever. How could I? I'm so careless... argh. Anyway. Adam and I were at Target yesterday, wasting a bit of time (he also had to get his schedule), and what did I find? Lemon dishware. Big plates, small plates, bowls, cups, place mats, fake ice cubes, iced tea spoons... oh, I don't know, everything. Seriously, I had like 500 orgasms while standing in that aisle. You have no idea. As soon as I have some money, I am speeding to Target as fast as my little car can take me and buying all of them. (They also have similar dishware in orange and cherry motifs, but who cares about that?) Lord. The heart palpitations were unbelievable.
Mmm. Lemony dishes. Once I have them, they're the only ones I'll use, you know. Orgasm plates.
Sleepy time. Sweet dreams and things.
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