smelly cat

l...is for the way you look (you're looking) at me, and
ooooo...is for the only one that i see see see
V!! is for the very (ba-dum!) extra ord-in-ar-y
e...is even more...than anyone that you adore can
looovee...

that song is in my head. and i am at home alone.
song in head + home alone = much of the improvising variety at the top of my lungs.

hehe speaking of which, i was *practicing* (read: listening through twice) this song i'm supposed to sing at church tomorrow in la's bedroom, since she has a cassette player, and me being the oh-so-technologically-savvy chick i am i don't. it's pretty enough. the song, not lara's cassette player. though it is bright pink. i digress. i was *practicing* in lara's room, doing these mad fun trills and oohs and ahhs hella loud...when i realised that all the windows at the front of the house were open and anyone within a twelve kilometre radius could hear my foghorn-like improving. woops. and normally it's the house across the road that infuriates the inhabitants of kingsgrove with their trumpet and piano and whatever else. maybe they'll all think that noisy house has acquired a vocal gymnast aswell? hmm.

there is one slice of chocolate cheesecake in the fridge. and i am at home alone.
chocolate cheesecake + home alone = much of the demolishing variety.
must get to it.

wow this is a pointless post. i'm reaching new heights of creative mediocrity.


sounds gracing my eardrums: beloved, failure on my lips (nish would be so proud)