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Sigh.
I was getting all excited because I planned on going to Paris in November to stay with my friend L and tear through the town, and my friend Jenny was going to hop on the train from London to help me tear through Sephora, but alas, 'tis not to be. I just got put on a rushed project with an end of November deadline, and December is another deadliney month.
I truly do apologize for the appaling lack of content on the site. I mean, really - a to do list? My life is obviously boring beyond any possible measure, so my only option is to clearly make my readers (are there any?) equally bored.
Bear with me as I try to inject some interest into my life.
The last four items are holdovers from the last list.
rappy: damn, David Cubitt is so hot.
highwaygirl: who?
rappy: do you watch Medium?
highwaygirl: yep!
rappy: Detective Scanlon
rappy: *drool*
rappy: I've adored him for years. Since I was 19 or 20 and he was on a Canadian show called Traders.
highwaygirl: ooh, yeah! I didn't recognize his name.
rappy: he's so dreamy.
highwaygirl: he's hungy
highwaygirl: um
highwaygirl: hunKy
rappy: hungy?
And later...
rappy: Ok, with that quandry weighing on me, I shall now go to sleep.
highwaygirl: good, leave me in my time od need!
rappy: need?
rappy: what is your need?
highwaygirl: nothing
highwaygirl: I will tell you tomorrow!
rappy: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
rappy: tell me now
highwaygirl: have a good sleep
highwaygirl: oh, it's nothing
rappy: you shizzle?
highwaygirl: just how I've found myself liking tweed
highwaygirl: *hides head in shame*
rappy: *GASP*
highwaygirl: I know
highwaygirl: my world is asunder
rappy: YOURS?
rappy: The foundations to my house just shook. The cats are hanging on to the chandelier in horror.
highwaygirl: and yours
highwaygirl: it's all bad
rappy: you know, if I had one...
highwaygirl: hahahaha
Because I am the best cat mommy ever, I went ahead and bought my kitty a...
...box!

photo by wickenden
Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
But there's one thing I know
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me.
It just POURED outside a little while ago. It was brief but plentiful. Yay! I want it to be fall already! Which obviously means that tomorrow will be 40C out and disgustingly humid.
Rappy (to bus driver): Hey, could you please announce the Lewinski Street stop?
Driver: Lewinski? Sure!
*Rappy rides along, paying close attention, seemingly anticipating what is about to occur.*
Rappy: Wha? Whoa? Wasn't that...? IT WAS!
*Rappy gets off bus and begins trudging back towards Lewinski Street.*



Turns out she was looking for a tub stopper I'd bought earlier today, which she proceeded to play with for about an hour.
She's being all cutesy now, so I won't mention the fact that she earlier impaled me with her claws so badly that my entire right arm is covered in 2-3" scratches, one of which drew serious blood.