this morning john and i saw a tiny fuzzy kitten in the window of the bookstore. we were looking at the original edition, out-of-print philip k. dick novels, and then suddenly there was a little black and white kitten sitting on one of them, kneading it and looking at us and mewing. we were torn between “awwwww” and “bad kitty don’t claw that book!”
(song: “the blower’s daughter,” damien rice)
I can understand your conflictedness.
Kitty!
A lady and her kid came to my door two nights ago with a box full of cute little kittens, she was offering them to me. The kitten that Jess picked up was this orange and white kitten that I would have taken right there on the spot if I could have pets. I would have calle dhim cream’scile.
aw, kitten.
now that i have computer you should talk to me on msn.
except right now i am going to go do my homework. but sometime.
I SENT YOU A LETTER TODAY!
yay!