i'm dreaming

of a white christmas! it's almost time to get the bing crosby christmas album out again and start decking the halls. it's pig's first christmas, so i want to make it super christmassy, even though he's a cat and doesn't even know what christmas, or indeed words, are.

i love best coast, listening to them makes me feel dreamy and like i should be wearing a swingy dress.
i made my first terrifying excursion to the gym in ages the other day, in preparation for operation get-really-fat-at-christmas; an operation that is resurrected yearly. basically, i'm going to lose weight to balance out the weight i will inevitably gain from scoffing mince pies and mulled wine in an orgiastic 30 day long celebration of the birth of our tiny lord. or something. i forget what the point of christmas is, apart from the food. in order to better prepare this year, i've put myself into a grooming routine including going on the bouncer (the machine at the gym that i use that isn't a cross trainer, but it bounces you up and down like one) and doing yoga on wednesdays. having never been to yoga, i look forward to a clean aura and unclogged chakras and so on so forth. maybe i'll find my calling and become a spiritual wild child with flowers in my hair and dirty feet. i got a do it yourself pilates video a while ago, which was horrific, so my hopes for yoga are high. i don't know what to wear though, i think jogging bottoms will be unharmonious. it will just have to be scabby leggings. hopefully buddha or whatever won't care. but anyway.
here is a picture of me trapped in a giant heart made of hands:



















good stuff. you can tell i've been taking my vitamins, because i look more lustrous than usual. my pelt is unusually glossy.