||[Feb. 14th, 2007|11:00 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
Yes, so I'm at home alone. Bah, etc. I hate Valentine's Day anyway. I|
don't need a special day to feel lonely and bitter, I can do that any
Wrongness: I've just been tickling the cat's tummy after she jumped up
next to me on the sofa, and I've never seen such a content look on any
creature's face. If anything, it's a little too content. They don't
get anything, y'know, mucky out of it do they? Because It would seem
slightly wrong to have spent Valentine's day bringing a cat to sexual
ecstasy. What's even more suspicious is that the instant I've stopped,
she's just gone straight to sleep.
Right, I've finished on that line of thought. You can scrub yourself
clean with a wire brush now.
The football was quite good anyway. Even if Arsenal won. It's good
when Bolton beat Arsenal because Wenger sulks. Still, it's only
Bolton, whose fans are mostly