bulletins from besk

I like when cats come hang out with me while I'm "working." And nap next to my laptop.

I was sitting at besk listening to the Beach Boys [the Clash], when Shauni [GRT/neighbor] came in and asked, "Can you pick up cats?"

And I was like, "Unh?" And she repeated herself, and I was like, "Oh! Yeah, sure," and went into her suite and scooped a black & white mystery cat out of her bathroom. And she said, "He might be Scott's. Or Anjuli's. You can just leave him at besk and send out an e-mail."

And so. Here I am. We're basically best friends now.

Also, last night! I got to sleep next to a cat until he got bored of me. That was fun.

Not cat-related, but last night-related [that'll have to do for my transition], I got to do some arty stuff. If you'll remember, my dormitory has colorful walls. For some reason, the people who came in to repair walls [it's an old building] decided it was part of their job to whitewash four floors worth. So the inhabitants of Bexxxley went rarrrrrr! And bought lots of paint. And have been painting ever since.

I repainted a few patterns I could see through the whitewash, added a pink fuck to the fuck lounge, and drew some foliage, including the rare and beautiful cuntflower where the purple in this picture used to be.