this is winston, my dream cat. He likes to eat, sleep and generally be a jolly fellow,

if only he where mine! i found him lurking in a sunday telegraph supplement in the library staff room and instantly fell in love.  i think it might be the air of assumed authority about his little squashed face, a pompous pussy indeed. also included is a picture of my sausage dog willow wearing a rather fetching kitty print sweater, if only she new what felines graced her outfit. 

its very very cold outside and i am drowning in essays and i also had a jab today so Im in a terrible mood. Here are a few things that make me feel warm and fuzzy inside and will hopefully cure my winter blues

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an alfresco tea party

or in other words, a picnic! how i long for the spring so i can dig out my plaid blanket and take it down the park with my boyfriend and nibble on a slice or two of lemon cake. In the mean time my hunt for an attractive thermos continues after the sad end to my red 1970's flask , smashed on the college car park tarmac. Next time ill check if it has a glass lining before the purchase as it doesn't bowed well with my butterfingers. 

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its my 18th birthday today and is this not a charming picture of dylan? He's just a little disgruntled that he cant make it to my party.... i fantasize, but i did receive a sparkling new mac pro from my parents so this blog can really kick into action.