kate and pansy
think about taking over the world
but instead decide to take another drink
Tuesday, August 17, 2004

4 am. Meow. Meow. Meow. Sound of a 12 week old kitten throwing his body against closed bedroom doors in the attempt to get someone to get up and play with him. The sister-in-law was the sucker that opened the door and then had the cat torture her for a while. Tonight, Lucky sleeps in the kitchen.

Glad I am not going anywhere further away than Bushmills that weekend. Wonder if they will settle in time.

posted at 4:30 AM

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Just like the state of nature, nasty, brutish and short...I was always fond of the nickname 'Craxi'...Sometimes I cook, sometimes I tend bar, sometimes I even knit. Mostly I try not to read the plethora of government publications that cross my desk and write one page summaries.
favorite food: lobster. ben and jerry's ice cream
favorite show: CSI
favorite drink: grey goose vodka (with ice, it doesn't need anything else)
age: far older than I like to admit/contemplate

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