coffee or cupcake. coffee or cupcake. this is the 100th post for neon and concrete, and all i can think abut is the cupcakes in the fridge, of which I've already had two today. Buttercream capucchino icing...dense moist chocolatey goodness. Even with the lamictal controlling my weight, it's a tough call. I think I really should just control myself and have a cup of coffee instead.
Now i know why housewives sit around and watch soap operas and eat bon-bons - because it's fun, dammit! I've been watching the soup with a kitten in my lap. Now the other kitty, miss louise, is pregnant again. She is due for a combined spaying-kitty abortion fairly soon. Louise is Nevada's mother, and she comes meowing and wailing around our house when let out of the big house. Dear Uise, I hope you get those wild ovaries tended to.