Isn't that awesome?

Like. Totally. I just read GFY and watched Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model Contest and now all I can hear in my head is a blonde girl in an ugly-bikini telling me things, like, about ya know, things.

And that'd be completely ok except that when such an accent gets in my head all I want to do is start yammering away to irritate-someone/make-someone-laugh (fine line, fine line) and there isn't any one but The Cat who has already scratched me twice tonight and seems unreceptive to American Accented Discourse.



I was so worried that in her quest to Kill the Butterfly she would overestimate her leap and jump to her death.

I wonder if horoscopes apply to animals. What is Cat? Aloof. Independent. Fickle.



One day I shall create a MCQ Quiz on Life and Things and have these two 30-May birthday-boys fill them out. If they answer the same for more than 80% of the questions I will accept it as conclusive proof that astrology is a fact.


Have the weekend off. Seeya Monday.