A list:

Wearing: Black jeans, black tank top. Blue shirt with fresh-painted crysanthemum on one corner. (It's dry:P) Small glass necklace. Lots of white chocolate and clove and clary sage shower gel.

Drinking: Hot apple cider. Should make tea soon:)

Wondering: Where the hell the sun went...it's been days and days and days...

Wishing: That I'd already bought Halloween candy...I could sneak some. (On second thought, maybe it's a good thing...)

Thinking: Of things to do today, of how nice it is to sleep in, that I'm out of bagels again.

Grumbling at: The world in general, my own sun-deprived state, how banal my post seems this morning.

Happy with: This week so far, My chances to watch movies and paint and catch up with all of you, Tomorrow!!! Tomorrow!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!

*Muah*

What are you gonna be for Halooween/Or doing for Samhain?
(I do both; fickle fickle me. I'm the Fairy Goth-Mother again; it's a chance to be dark, depressing and yet foofy. *grin*)

Late-lunchtime haiku...

Sushi from the Wedge,
pickled ginger, wasabi
makes my head explode!

And now for dessert,
red-green apple, shiny bright,
and vanilla tea...

Kittens! Monkeys! Peeps on FIRE!

...Andrianna and Panmodal have been fighting bravely, somehow managing to throw off duct-tape and sticky peeps in their hair as the Sock-Monkey vs hungry Kitties battle rages on. Andrianna lit a peep on fire, and cornered many monkeys with the searing, flaming peep. Fire and Cats--the Sock Monkey's worst enemies. The gibbering was loud and huge...

The monkeys at first tried to fly away from the yowling, playfully batting felines, but were grounded one by one by the combination of hurling peeps from the angry Lj-Mob and the lunges of the more areodynamic cats. Their wings gummed with cheese-whiz, many of them tried herding the cats into a corner with the cattleprods they had used on their captive audience...with unhappy results...

*ZHAAK ZKAAAK!*
"Owwwwww!!!!"
Many a sock-monkey danced by with it's tail on fire and a singed hat as the fight wore on...more moneys were trapped in butterfly nets, some were tied into little square-knots, and others were being sat upon by Escher, the Humongo-Kitty.

But Schultz still attempted to keep some kind of order in the smoky, marshmallow-singed chaos...

Until--
*POUNCE!*

And the Tiny Kitten dragged him off to a corner to rabbit-kick him in the stomach and gnaw on his head.


Meanwhile, the sounds of a large truck comes closer and closer, even through the screams and hoots and popping-peep noises of battle...yes, even over the pizza-table being knocked over...WHO CAN IT BE?