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So I forgot to tell: after getting my test grade (acceptable), I left psychology because there wasn't no concentrating going on, and I was feeling blue, you know. That sort of common, greasy sadness that keeps following me around unbidden. And I went into the ladies' room and I was washing my hands and I noticed a girl next to me bent over the sink, and I saw that she had a little, tiny, teeny-weeny, itty-bitty little bitty black-and-white kitten cradled in one hand, lapping at water out of her other hand. Well, I almost died! Imagine the fawning that occurred. Such a cute little kitten. She put it on her shoulder and it clamoured around. She'd been carrying it around all day. And it just made me feel so much better, the cuteness of the kitten. I think there should be kitten checkpoints stationed around various locations where I might apt to be in the school or in the city, and every once in awhile I should get to just stop and gaze at a really tiny, adorable kitten.

In other news, my little love is at JCM's house right now. Oh my sweet lord, it's better than kittens, even.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention