Friday, March 05, 2004
 

Diet Coke with Lime. Good stuff.

Speaking of fruits (note the segue here), I got my hair cut this morning, and the guy applied what I think must have been from this kiwi line, but I didn't get a good look at the packaging and can't be sure. At any rate, the point: whatever it was smelled like this watermelon gum in a tube stuff that I used to chew as a kid (probably accounts for both rotted teeth and rotted brain cells; if memory serves, it was bright green-and-red striped and hence no doubt extremely wholesome and natural). Or that's what it smelled like to me; Alice apparently smelled something tasty in it, too: she attempted to gnaw my hair off when I got home. Am I the only person whose cat attempts to eat their hair? Or likes to partake of beauty products? Usually my styling mud is the favorite. I've shown her several times that the label specifies that it doesn't contain narcotics, but she just ignores me.

As do most people. Of course, she's a cat, but close enough. She thinks she's a person, anyway. Species identification issues.

Moving on.

She was inhaling from my bottle of rubbing alcohol a few days ago. I'm going to sign her up for NA any day now.

Now that you've read this entire post, I have a feeling that it would be superfluous to say that not much is going on.

Yep. Yep. Yep.

Elvisette philosophized at 3:48 PM