Curse You, Feeble Brain!

I tried to write a decent post today, but my brain refused to co-operate.

You know that feeling, you have a good idea for a post, yet no matter how hard you try, it comes out like incoherent, disjointed babble. Well, after the third attempt, my post still flowed as easily as set concrete attempting to flow uphill...so I gave up.

(See, I can't even come up with a decent metaphor).

So instead, I'll just fill you in on a bit of completely irrelevant and uninteresting news:

Remember Padme? Our new kitten? Well I found her yesterday, reclining(which is a polite way to say that she was lying on her back with her legs in the air) on the loveseat.

Now that might now seem particularly strange.

However, she was displaying a brand new pair of 'Kitty Balls'.

Yep, turns out that little Padme is actually a little Anakin. 'She' is really a 'He'.

Unfortunately, he's already learned his name. So now we have a tomcat with a girls name, and no-one can get out of the habit of calling him 'her' or 'she'.

...and I let him sleep on my chest.

I feel so used and dirty. Hoodwinked by a feline ladyboy.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the shower.

On another note. I'm bored. If anyone has any used Gamecube games that they want to give me for free. Drop me an email.

Oh, and your firstborn, if you have one....oh oh oh! and the deed to your house. And your car.