January 16th, 2006

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The spoiled one.
"We" are having some adjustment issues.

Boris is enjoying his new home. You so much as look at him and he starts purring. He slept the whole night on my bed. Though he is very scared of Daisy, and goes into hiding. On the plus side, he has a serious nip addiction and can be easily lured out of his hiding spots.

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Daisy is not helping things by wanting to run over an (hopefully) just investigate the cat.

On down side, Boris is immediately into the mode that if you're typing at the keyboard, you are wasting your hands and they should be petting him instead.

So far the only down side to Boris is how vocal he is. If you're in his sight, he's quiet. But if you areout of sight he meows. This wouldn't be so bad if he would stay in the room with you, but he wanders off, figures out he's alone, and starts meowing.

So... So far he's big, affectionate, and dumb. He fits the perfect boyfriend mold some women I know have described.
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As some of you know, soshesays and I are running for the office of President and Vice President. As you also my know, we are forming our own party. The Conspicuous Consumption Party. As the Republicans and Democrats have their party mascots, we have our own also. Let me proudly introduce, our as of yet unnamed Mascot:





Every time you get fucked up, please think of voting for us.
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As I mention in the past, soshesays and I are forming a political party (of which you are all welcomed to join).

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The scare thing, I suspect we were both very sober for those pictures. We just look that way naturally.
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As my Mom defines tough... Went cross country skiing this morning. Part way through she hurt her ankle. She then switched to snowshoes and hikes out and drove home. Turns out she broke her ankle.