The kitten wouldn't be sad at the butterfly's death - disappointed, but not sad...and would head off in search of something else to catch, no doubt.
2) A nest of really really tiny velociraptors...
...feels like it's somehow been installed in my throat. I hate colds - I can't sing, I can't take anything in in lessons, I can't sleep, I can't taste anything. Sigh.
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...gratefully stolen from katyha - thank you!
current mood: Exhausted, sore. (I wish there was a good reason behind that.)
current music: For some reason I have Metallica in my head, but I wish they'd leave - they're provoking the velociraptors.
current taste: Water.
current hair: Same as always - down, ringlets, uncontrollable.
current dress: Black, of course.
current word: "Sorry".
current annoyance: Right now...myself.
current smell: Much less possible with a cold.
current game: See above for dead butterfly references.
current thing I ought to be doing: Moving. *On*. Dealing.
current windows open: Just this one.
current desktop picture: Despite my best efforts, the network won't tolerate desktop wallpaper. However, at home, Zechs and Treize have somehow got back up there.
current favorite group: I am very fond of Pulp, at the moment.
current book: Or not. Will be Steve Strange's autobiography, when it comes out.
current cds in stereo: Upstairs, 'Innamoramento (single)' by Mylène Farmer. Down here, 'This Is Hardcore' by Pulp. (No...I still don't like most of it.)
current worry: I'm being laughed at again...and something (else) idiotic about me is being or is about to be told to ten people. There are downsides. Sigh.
current crush: ~g~ You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
current favorite celeb: George, of course!
current hate: ***cliché warning*** Myself.