I've got nothing.

2008-04-22 12:06 p.m.

Shamelessly stolen from Dooce

My bloody valentine.

2008-04-22 11:27 a.m.

So, I was curled up in bed as I often do when my ankles have thrown in the towel and decided they're tired of hefting me around. Loki came and visited me by curling up next to me and giving me nose kisses and purring as he feng shued my boobage, apparently they have to be just right for snuggling. When he was done, he started walking away and I noticed the back of his foot half way up the leg is all bloody red! I freak out, wondering how on earth he cut himself all up. I dive and grab him and flip him over. His ears go back, not entirely sure what the hell I'm doing and what all that screaming was about. I touch his foot. He seems a little ticklish, but not in pain. I smell his foot. Strange. I lick his foot (I know, I'm weird) and his foot tastes like raspberry jam. Aha! He was walking around on the counter (off limits) and got his foot all jellied! Probably while I was at work. I got it cleaned up the best I could and told him he'd have to chew the jam out of the fur in his spare time. I just checked and his foot is all nice and white now. Dork.

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