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1. THE PUPPY. Who is at this moment sharing my lap with the computer, dreaming with his eyes half-open. His eyes are beautiful, jade-coloured, and I can see them flickering back and forth, making his eyebrows jump:  classic REM. Also, he's legtwitching and snuffling.  My heart, it overflows.

2. Dear Virginia. This is from Mrs. Dalloway:

"She would

Comments

[ladytalon]

Oh god the world needs you to post more puppy pictures.

[ladytalon]

Incidentally, I almost posted that comment with this icon instead--woops. Although in my head, the two are pretty well compatible!

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Braaaaains would perhaps have been even more appropriate than puuuuuuppies! I often refer to myself as a puppy zombie--he ate my brain and it can think of little else beyond his fluffy adorability. Drug addict is also an apt metaphor--a few hours away from him and I yearn to give him hugs and tell him how pretty he is.

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& also to eat his ears. Must not forget the pretend-eating of ears. It is so unhygienic and yet so addictive.

[goingofthings]

*glomps* I need your puppy. When did you get him? I guess I will have to make do with mine. I'm slightly nervous when I can afford to move out how I'm going to react to not having a puppy anymore. I was watching Anastasia the other night and had to put it on pause because the puppy in the movie made me want to go play with mine. So I did.

Yes, I'm that pathetic.

[skycornerless]

oh my goodness look at that fluffball. I can't take it. awwww.