I made noon-meal at a random cafe today - curled crispy bread with melted yellow of salt. I was quaver to attempt consumption of spicy golden of buttery yellow and lime-scented, lest I get the runs again ( Read more... )

Is there any life-thing more inspiring of dullness than the Life of Aleissi ( Read more... )

I have not made it my point to add more fragments of life to the journal-thing for a long and longer period. I have found that it takes an ability to make the focus if I am to uphold such endeavours, and the concentration lacks behind my eyes. I have been so very busy ( Read more... )

Not many things of note have been making happen to me. I am a very bored one.

But I went to a shop of cloth and dye today! I was removed for making conversation with the mannequins. I don't understand.

I love Bitchoftheday. She is such a cute one. Cuter than my shadow-ones, even. If we were cyber-joined, I am of the certain that our small people of much fruit would be the stupid ones and the crazy ones ( Read more... )

With much sorrow like falling diamond drops and windy nights, the cats - two of the sleek shadow-ones and a tabby tiger-one, the one with the slashed chrysolite, I call her Mercury - they were given the food late last night ( Read more... )

I don't understand the use of optimism. Why do the people invest in such a golden thing when they live in a world of grey things and as such know that it will only disappoint them?

Sometimes I think that the people must be mad, too.

Everything in the dry place is mad.

One of the black-shadow-cat-ones, the flowing noisy one, was being asleep in the bath when I went in there this sun-birth time. At first I was sure that it had become one dead by water, but no - it was merely sleeping. It's winter now, the cold silver season, so why my cat went to sleep itself in my bathtub is beyond my reasoning ( Read more... )

I have signed up for this diary-thing, and I do not know why. Maybe I need something other than my silent night-cats and my pretending to be something else to occupy the clock-tick. Maybe I am just bored ( Read more... )