Kaleidoscopic Eclat

…Silly Kitty Saturday, and the picture on the left there:

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*cracks up*

Can you SEE how I was like

ihnohreet

eeeenooooreet

eeeg nohr eet?

ignore it?

ignore…. what……

what is…. it?

what does blue taste like?

can you hear stars?

IGNORE WHAT?!

OMFG… he’s bored, what can he be IGNORING?

WOE IZ HEEM

there’s nothing TO ignore

fucking hell

(read cat rite photo)

wtf is he. ignoring?

the dog?

he doesn’t pay attention to the dog to begin with

the dog is the sycophant

that can’t be that bad, can it

no woe iz da kitty

hell it’s the dog that looks a little stressed, really.

(read cat rite photo again)

the pup seems unoffensive enough.

and, in fact, is ignoring both the cat and the dog.

so is he ignoring being ignored?

…..oh.

i. no. rite?

I not right?

you know… what’s spelled there.

phonetically.

yez. iz cumfy. indee’.

You and I used to f’in talk like that in ICQ from time to time… you’d THINK it’d be an easy switch back.

Hm.

Coffee.

Heh.

(this would go in your color me amused section, since my last contribution was like… a year ago)

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HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!

Oh lordy. Do you SEE why I adore the man? inorite?!

Lessa’s Note: To celebrate my ability to NOT POST TODAY if I don’t want too, I give you a Guestpost by TBF via email. He has the LOVELIEST dreams…

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I… had a dream.
Last night I had the weirdest dream.
One of those short little flashes that only lasts a few clipcuts of whatever movie your brain’s only partially attending to before you wake up.
I guess more a music video dream than an actual movie.
Too bad there was no soundtrack.

But a little backstory, first.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had a haircut.
The sides have grown out to like… almost two inches long.
(yes, bedhead in the morning is hysterical)
Mohawks are not conducive to cold weather by a long shot.
Weather’s been nice here up until two days ago when we got our first snow.
Goddammit it’s COLD when that breeze hits.
Factor in all the metal I have in my left ear and, well, you get the point.
Anyway - summary to this all is that my hair’s a little shaggy.

So, in this dream, apparently I figured I needed a haircut.
But, by the shock I was experiencing at waking up and seeing this - most likely someone else figured I needed a trim and did so while I was asleep.
Somehow, I’m standing in front of myself sitting on the couch (not my couch, either) and look at what harm has been done to my hair.
It’s a bloody dream, I can stand in front of myself if I want to.
Even reach out and run fingers through my hair to find out that, indeed, it has been unmercifully hacked.
No rhyme, reason, or even a dub for cab fare.
(I felt so used)
Find that the top portion now matches the length of the sides.
Not the back as well, or even any neatening done on the sides… just……. the top’s been trimmed.

Then, to my horror, this riddlesome equation enters my mind as my own fingers are running through drastically shortened locks.

What do you get when you trim a mohawk to where the top matches the length of the grown out sides?

Hm?
Do you know?
C’moooon. Think about it just a little more.
Yes.
That’s right.
…. a MULLET.

I was slowly backing away when I woke up.

(and the sheer lunacy is that I actually admit things like this to you)

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Lessa’s PS: Oh. How I love him. *cracking UP!*