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Screaming screeching hot pink furry yarn is fun fun fun!

*does the dance of freaky yarn happiness*

And we got to play with a kitten at the furniture store. She climbed into my hoodie and rode around in there eating my hair while we browsed.

Woofing, Clean Plate Syndrome, and Russophobia.

I made noodles in the microwave. This was a Bad Idea because they came out like noodley wallpaper paste.

Due to my upbringing by parental units who never realized that the Depression ended decades before I was born, I ate most of them anyway. Goddamn do I feel gross.

The neighborhood doggies are barking again. They sound terribly unhappy but I don't know what to do because I can't figure out what house they live in just from the sound. :( I feel so lousy for these doggies. If I could just meet them and see what was going on I could probably help them. Sometimes doggies just need to be listened to.

I'm gonna end up barfing these noodles.

I'm also mildly annoyed because the console table that we saw in the store is not in the online catalogue so I have to go back to the damn place and deal with the somewhat oily salespeople. Working on commission is The Suck, but I just want to be left alone when I am test driving sofas, see?

Catalog. Catalogue. LJ spell check says that one of those is not a word. Maybe if I wrote it in fucking Cyrillic it wouldn't give me the Dotted Red Underline of Fail.