poster cat

so shan wrote me back and apologised. i was shocked, and now i feel like i should bake her cookies. like when you give a dog a treat to reinforce good behaviour. i know she's not evil, but i choose to believe that she might be.

i'm going to my friend lily's this evening for an unapologetically pink valentine's party. i have a great dress for the occasion, but i'm off to the mall to accessorise it with shoes. i hope. i know it's one of those laws of murphy's that you always find what you're looking for when you don't have any money. or something like that.

below is a picture of clarence as promised. i had a helluva time uploading it for some unknown reason. i've said it once, and i'll say it again: if someone from jameson marketing gets their hands on this picture, he'll be their spokescat.

i watched the brit awards the other night. i don't know half the people they're talking about, but the fact that robbie williams got 'best british single of the past 25 years' is very painful to me. i often look to the brits to save indie rock. alas.

current mood: headachy
current music: morrissey, you are the quarry


clarence and his beverage of choice