i live in a small world. SMALL, i said. not sad. small.

apparently cleaning my bathroom leads to playing with the blog. stranger connections have, i suppose, existed. very few things work correctly today. i am decidedly not one of them. it's colder than i keep trying to pretend it is; summer wasn't my favorite, but i still don't want winter yet. small kitty has decided that my pillow is the best place to sneeze. etc.

hmm, you haven't met small kitty, have you? well, then i'll just revisit my tendency to be one of Those People who post pictures of their pets and introduce you to pantoufle ("pon toof").

he's not relaxed, or anything

he's my roommate's until she goes to iraq, in which case he'll live with me for a few years unless i, too, run off to a foreign country (in an entirely different capacity). trauma kitty is traumatized about the whole affair. surprise.