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Friday, October 17, 2003
Log 002:
I was reading Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew last night, and I realized I had more than a passing fancy for the character of Kate. How fiery, how full of zest she seemed. If I were to meet a female-- human or otherwise-- with that sort of joie de vivre, I would be a very happy gentleman, indeed. Ahh, Shakespeare.
For the record, I wanted to state that I do not appreciate the nickname that Tom has bestowed upon me of late. He has taken to calling me "Cheesestick" because, a few nights' past, Lisa was offering up samples of delicious American cheese and in her exhuberance, she tossed a exiguous slice in my direction and it landed on my very chest. Needless to say, the slight tacky surface of the cheese immediately adhered to my fur. I was unable to shake the cheese off, and to my humiliation, Lisa had to remove it herself. I was mortified. Callie, my oafish housemate, laughed and I could see in her eyes a moment of satisfaction at my misfortune. She is large and has quite the appetite; I believe she would have eaten the cheese right off of my body had she the chance. She is sweet, but it is quite obvious her training did not touch onto grace and dignity.
I will log off now. I wish you all well.
--Malcolm
I was reading Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew last night, and I realized I had more than a passing fancy for the character of Kate. How fiery, how full of zest she seemed. If I were to meet a female-- human or otherwise-- with that sort of joie de vivre, I would be a very happy gentleman, indeed. Ahh, Shakespeare.
For the record, I wanted to state that I do not appreciate the nickname that Tom has bestowed upon me of late. He has taken to calling me "Cheesestick" because, a few nights' past, Lisa was offering up samples of delicious American cheese and in her exhuberance, she tossed a exiguous slice in my direction and it landed on my very chest. Needless to say, the slight tacky surface of the cheese immediately adhered to my fur. I was unable to shake the cheese off, and to my humiliation, Lisa had to remove it herself. I was mortified. Callie, my oafish housemate, laughed and I could see in her eyes a moment of satisfaction at my misfortune. She is large and has quite the appetite; I believe she would have eaten the cheese right off of my body had she the chance. She is sweet, but it is quite obvious her training did not touch onto grace and dignity.
I will log off now. I wish you all well.
--Malcolm
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