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Tiger is totally making out with my favorite sweater right now. It's more of a crocheted, long, flowing overcoat. He dragged it out of my closet, onto the floor and has been kneading and drooling and purring and chewing on it for the past 10 minutes.

Weird.

First I thought he was trying to piss on it from the way he was hunched over. But he's really good about using hims box. Never once gone anywhere else.

I need a better computer. I used to have hundreds or Tori Amos mp3s and boots. I could just spend all day with Tori. All of her covers, live versions, improvs. Everything.

When I first moved into my flat, I was soaking in the tub listening to Tori, and the bridge of Silent All These Years hit me so hard I was absolutely wracked with sobs.

years go by will i still be waiting for somebody else to understand
years go by if i'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head
years go by will i choke on my tears til finally there is nothing left
one more casualty
you know we're to easyeasyeasy

I remember covering my mouth and clinching my eyes shut, trying to muffle my sobs until my throat ached and my eyes burned. I had just moved in and didn't want my new housemates to wander by the bathroom and hear me, then conclude that they'd just let a lunatic live with them.

So many times I've cried with her. I had tickets to three of her tours, Dew Drop Inn, Choirgirl Hotel and Strange Little Girls... and at the last minute decided not to go because I didn't want to cry in front of anyone. I finally went and saw her tour for Scarlet's Walk. And, of course, I cried the whole time. First, the guy sitting next to me put his arm around me to try and comfort me, but I kept sobbing... for three hours. Finally, he just kept to himself and would give me a curious glance every so often.

Okay, off to work some more!