Granola.

Cass posted this a couple of days ago and I fell in love with it. If only I could have this tattooed on me somehow. Snork.

Secret blogs aren't meant for public viewing, hence the secrecy. So it's a lot disconcerting when someone from the past finds it, reads it and then comments on it on your other blog. Bollocks to that.

In other news, it looks like I'm in for a big change. Crossing my fingers and rubbing every rabbit's foot within reach. I can't wait.

Squishing and loving my orange macho ninja to death is about the only major happy thing that's been keeping me sane these past few days. I've yet to name them. They're getting antsy in their pantsy and I was told, in no uncertain terms that if I don't come up with a name for each of them soon, they're going to stage a ninja rally, the likes of which will hound me in my sleep.

I've been so busy lately, maybe tomorrow I'll rearrange my room and organize my books... to relax. Heh. I'm weird, I know.