Weekend again. The circle keeps turning. I just wasted an hour doing nothing. It's no fun when Skye isn't here.

I hope you all had a good thanksgiving. I considered making a list of things I was thankful for yesterday. But then I remembered that I'm an ingrateful little rotten sonofabische and I decided to enjoy the unfair advantages that I get for being born in the welfare capital of the world instead. Good times.

The daily jedi kitty picture. Big filesize, low quality. The perfect combination

It's getting awfully big. Maybe it's actually a she and she's pregnant. It would make sense that it always hides out under that wagon thing right? Its brother/sister was sitting on top of the janitor's machine again (like in this old one). It's not that often that I see them both together anymore. Maybe that one gathers food for the pregnant one? Or maybe I'm all wrong all the time. I just like my jedi kitties, it always makes me smile when I walk past them.

I nominate cacharel.com as the most annoying website ever. I'm probably just dense but damn that place annoys me. It doesn't get more style over substance than that. I think my best bet of buying something from them would be to stand and shout at the scream "GIVE ME SOME CACHAREL. GIVE ME SOME. COOOOME ON!". I don't know. You know you're getting old when the internet confuses you. There's nothing I hate more than sites that hijack my screen. Why the hell does that window have to take up all the screen? It's crazy. What designer sits down and says "Oh I think we'll open this window up so it takes up the whole screen and covers the windows bar at the bottom of the screen. That way we can force the user to only pay attention to us!". This is why I turn javascript off. If it was up to me the internet would be boring and functional. And the only colours allowed would be grey. And scales of grey. And the only music allowed would be midi format. And cookies would be something you ate for christmas. And the government would pay for it all.

Sorry. Christmas shopping is just complicated. Nobody ships to Denmark anyway. And I am socially dysfunctional. I'll probably end up getting Skye a can of goat cheese or something. That's my demented way of being romantic. I was not born for this world. I was born for a world where perfume runs in rivers and you can just put your bottle at the bottom of a waterfall and you will have the perfect romantic gift. Sigh. Romance is hard on the legs.

And nobody seems to be selling love or happiness. Strange. Everyone's happy to sell sex. What happened to the values of society? When did we all become so jaded? Just look at Drew Barrymore. Such a little sweetheart in ET and now she's having lesbian sex in Charlie's Angels. I assume. Otherwise I'm not renting that! Charlie's a girl, right?

Santa would be proud. Now I'm going. Happy weekend. Hope you have a good one.

And don't forget: Groove is in the heart.

np: nothing