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[thejunipertree]

Is ten-thirty at night too late to embark on the making of a pumpkin cake?

I spent this evening alone in a bookstore, browsing books with my head half in the clouds. Picked up Spook, by Mary Roach, and a handful of others to quell my habit. You know how junkies are with heroin? That's me and books. I blow through them in short order, then spend months jonesing for another fix. I read, re-read, and re-read again. hoom.

My favourite shoes (black patent bump toe platform Mary Janes) came in the mail today while I was at work. I immediately tore apart the box, put them on and danced around the kitchen with a disgruntled cat in my arms.

For my next trick, I will tear this hangnail from my finger with my bare hands.

Comments

[sinisher.livejournal.com]

No, it's not at all too late, and first time tomorrow is the perfect time to fed-ex a slice to california ;)

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

Got your reply just as it was coming out of the oven.
My whole apartment smells like Autumn now. :D

[sinisher.livejournal.com]

I'm soooo missing having seasons.

[vivaemptiness.livejournal.com]

kitty! grey! diabetic!

and yes yes, it is ALWAYS time for pumpkin cake! mmmm.

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

It is the battle of the diabetic grey kitty icons!

[chaos-current.livejournal.com]

I had a dream that I was stuck in Siberia, where I was discovered to be an American spy, and as they -- the Russian villagers -- were dragging me to my death, I was clinging to a cake mold in the shape of a Masquerade Mask! Coincidence? I think NOT.

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

uh-oh.
My cover is blown!