If I show you yours, will you show me mine?
It really figures that my one night free of any responsibility, or any kind of plans beside hanging out at home and working on web sites, xhtml homework, and all that involves sitting at my computer... my internet would be messed up. It hasn't had any kind of problem in months, and today it all goes to hell. Dammit! Damn it ALL to hell.
So I've been going through Kushiel's Dart again, as of last night, four chapters at a time. Only eighty-eight to go. And then the second and third books.
My profile has gotten a bit of work... I love my answers that aren't answers at all. I currently have one Peter Gabriel, one Tori Amos, one from the Kushiel trilogy, and two Oingo Boingo. Ahh.
Danny is the littlest big mess I know!
He likes to sit and watch me read, since his cage is right next to my bed, where I cuddle up with a book. He'll doze off there, but if I move overly much he wakes up to keep track of me. So I took a break from the book, and cuddled with him in my bed for twenty minutes. I sang the majority of "Change" (his FAVORITE Boingo song, though it's near fifteen minutes long) to him, while he chirped and grumbled along with me.
Getting near his bed time, I went to tuck him in and all (it sounds like I have a toddler, I know... it feels like it, too), and found that he'd chewed through the strings that hold his bed up. Sigh. He's SO attached to the damn hammock-like thing, that he tried to hide behind it when I lectured him about breaking it, and cried when I took it out of the cage for fixing. I had to stick a large safety pin in it to make it stay up, and he's all grumpy about it being lopsided now... argh! There's no winning! But it's all worth the few minutes of cuddling and singing together.
Baby, sometimes I worry about you.
Sometimes you're so far away, tell me what to do.
Baby... sometimes I worry about you.
Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do.
Baby... sometimes I worry about you.
Every day I feel the same,
don't you feel it too?
It really figures that my one night free of any responsibility, or any kind of plans beside hanging out at home and working on web sites, xhtml homework, and all that involves sitting at my computer... my internet would be messed up. It hasn't had any kind of problem in months, and today it all goes to hell. Dammit! Damn it ALL to hell.
So I've been going through Kushiel's Dart again, as of last night, four chapters at a time. Only eighty-eight to go. And then the second and third books.
My profile has gotten a bit of work... I love my answers that aren't answers at all. I currently have one Peter Gabriel, one Tori Amos, one from the Kushiel trilogy, and two Oingo Boingo. Ahh.
Danny is the littlest big mess I know!
He likes to sit and watch me read, since his cage is right next to my bed, where I cuddle up with a book. He'll doze off there, but if I move overly much he wakes up to keep track of me. So I took a break from the book, and cuddled with him in my bed for twenty minutes. I sang the majority of "Change" (his FAVORITE Boingo song, though it's near fifteen minutes long) to him, while he chirped and grumbled along with me.
Getting near his bed time, I went to tuck him in and all (it sounds like I have a toddler, I know... it feels like it, too), and found that he'd chewed through the strings that hold his bed up. Sigh. He's SO attached to the damn hammock-like thing, that he tried to hide behind it when I lectured him about breaking it, and cried when I took it out of the cage for fixing. I had to stick a large safety pin in it to make it stay up, and he's all grumpy about it being lopsided now... argh! There's no winning! But it's all worth the few minutes of cuddling and singing together.
Baby, sometimes I worry about you.
Sometimes you're so far away, tell me what to do.
Baby... sometimes I worry about you.
Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do.
Baby... sometimes I worry about you.
Every day I feel the same,
don't you feel it too?
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chelsea:
sweet...I'm so glad I'm not the only one with a mother/child relationship with my pet...Loo-Loo(my cat) gets so excited when I come home, my roomate says she freaks out when I'm gone...I think I should start taking her with me. I taught her to fetch tinfoil balls the other day and she does pretty well in the car. 
caselogic:
No.