Beg your pardon?
What Pumpkin? I see no gourd here, only a beast of the feline sort. The notion that a kitten could be a gourd is quite frankly absurd, and I see no point in continuing this train of dialogue with you.
This is Pumpkin, the stray cat I feed on my way to the Gym. She's got a broken foot on one side where it looks like a car backed over it, but she's very affectionate and can still walk around on it and such. She's a sucker for ear-strokes and likes laying on the circuit-box for my apartment block.
I'm a sucker for strays.
I had a notion of what I wanted to talk about before going to Gold's Gym, but I've kind of lost it, so I'm going to ramble a bit. Maybe nostalgia a little - or a lot.
So, like five years ago, I got a little package of Kid Koala postcards. They were pretty cute, so I thought I'd mail one to my friend Cherilyn. I never got one back, but I hung up a little card of a wolf that my sister brought me from a field-trip she went on in the third grade. That was kind of my first affair with the postal system, and I suppose with collecting letters, too. I've got two full cork-boards of parcels and postcards, and wide-pinned letters, and address-labels off packages now. Yesterday, I got one from Agustin - it was a really long-running one; he basically kept a diary for a few days and then mailed me it. It made me really happy to get it. It was a very human letter.
I can't hang it up. I can't hang up Catherine's mooncake-package or Garrison's letter, either.
I just don't have enough room. I might have to buy a new cork-board just for the occasion.
I'm worried I'm going to have like, six of these things and moving's going to suck. And that when I'm in my crappy apartment, they're just going to be in the way, or obnoxious or something.
I don't know. I didn't know what a habit I was brewing half a decade ago.
I'm working on the other half of this post. Give me a moment, I'm swamped.
In the meantime, here's more Pumpkin:
I'm a sucker for strays.
I had a notion of what I wanted to talk about before going to Gold's Gym, but I've kind of lost it, so I'm going to ramble a bit. Maybe nostalgia a little - or a lot.
So, like five years ago, I got a little package of Kid Koala postcards. They were pretty cute, so I thought I'd mail one to my friend Cherilyn. I never got one back, but I hung up a little card of a wolf that my sister brought me from a field-trip she went on in the third grade. That was kind of my first affair with the postal system, and I suppose with collecting letters, too. I've got two full cork-boards of parcels and postcards, and wide-pinned letters, and address-labels off packages now. Yesterday, I got one from Agustin - it was a really long-running one; he basically kept a diary for a few days and then mailed me it. It made me really happy to get it. It was a very human letter.
I can't hang it up. I can't hang up Catherine's mooncake-package or Garrison's letter, either.
I just don't have enough room. I might have to buy a new cork-board just for the occasion.
I'm worried I'm going to have like, six of these things and moving's going to suck. And that when I'm in my crappy apartment, they're just going to be in the way, or obnoxious or something.
I don't know. I didn't know what a habit I was brewing half a decade ago.
I'm working on the other half of this post. Give me a moment, I'm swamped.
In the meantime, here's more Pumpkin:
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