October 23rd, 2003


I shot my mother!

I thought she was a deer! Oh, dear.

You don't even want to know what I'm doing. But I'll tell you anyway... I am painting with a sundry combination of orange and diet soda, peach tea, coffee, and Tang. Painting with it. I call it "Self-portrait in beverages." It's very sticky. And stupid looking. And I'm about to throw in the towel here (metaphorically speaking) since it really is disgusting. Also, I broke my Muraki wineglass and that makes me sad. I guess I'll have to go back to the dollar store someday and get another one.

New icon inspired by conversation last night about being... well... a little orange kitten. Coppery-red hair, green-eyes, roly-poly and cuddly when sleepy, pointy when playful, skittish, clumsy, sort of stupid and impulsive. The comparisons can kinda go on and on. Except when I'm angry and a "spitting cobra."

I miss Lew. I sometimes feel like I'm being smothering and clingy, but I do miss him. I wish December would just hurry up and be here.

And now I'm just feeling vaguely lonely and sad and unhappy. My roommate relocated, so the room is very bare, and Eden went home sick. I'm also scared for my rattie... room inspections are tomorrow. Other people hide drugs and alcohol... I hide a rat. I'm a big dork, and I love him. I gave him chicken and Swedish fish tonight just in case anything happens tomorrow. My baby.
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