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2001-09-18 || 9:01 a.m. || meow meow and the suedes || the cat is smart. the cat has learned that in order to wake me up she just needs to rattle the miniblinds over my head with her paw and i will jump with a start and beg her to stop and lie down and sleep. it is 5:03. i am dreaming about a circus family that rides flying bicycles and an exboyfriend who is throwing me into the air and a lovely carnival. then meow meow shows up with her motorcycle gang, all leather and cleavage that one, with her cap at a jaunty angle and a cigar at her paw, and she's telling me to get up because she's bored and it's cold and do i have anything good to eat? guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |