It’s awesome waking up early to get ready for a roadtrip, and then noticing little cat footprints — Where did those come from? — and following them into the kitchen where THE ENTIRE FLOOR IS COVERED IN WATER FROM WHERE THE PIPES UNDER THE SINK FELL APART WHILE THE DISHWASHER WAS RUNNING LAST NIGHT AS YOU SLEPT.
[for Tuesday, Nov. 13] Well, technically she has a head. It’s just not on her. My sister gave me this several years ago when I was confirmed. The poor thing got broken the last time I moved. It’s high time I get some super glue, I think. Project 365
See all this stuff? This stuff follows me around wherever I go. I have tried time and time again to exorcise my clutter demons, and I have given bag after bag after bag of stuff to friends and Goodwill. But still, at all times, no less than ten substantial boxes of … stuff … trails behind me, stashed in a closet, in a bureau, under the bed, in some spare cabinets. I’m talking broken Furbies,…
I met Field Guide today. She brought ice cream to my apartment! And now — don’t tell her — I’m getting her a ferret for Christmas. I also met Howell, he of the Zooey Deschanel/Winona Ryder/girls-who-look-like- they’re-wracked-with-guilt-and-self-doubt infatuation, but his blog is private so I can’t link to it. I love it when I meet online acquaintances and they turn out to be even awesomer than I had imagined.
FearlessVK and I met up today at the Brooks to check out the Pissarro exhibit, which we made our way through diligently and dutifully, paying homage and respect to the father of Impressionism and his dappled landscapes. Fearless isn’t the biggest fan of Impressionism, largely because of the ubiquity of its style throughout bland hotel rooms and flowery foyers all over the world. I’m a little more warm toward the style — even if I’m…
… do not panic. I am jacking around with the template to try and get an “older posts” link at the bottom. It’s not as easy as it sounds, apparently. So bear with me. Update: Screw it. To get that little link, you have to upgrade the template from classic to the new Blogger’s XML based “Layouts” template, and then you have to basically re-code all your customizations, and unless I’m redesigning this place (which…
And to think I could have just let nature take its course and then turned a profit on the bounty of kittens that would have followed. I know, I know. The world does not need more inbred kittens, no matter how cute they are. So these two smell like the vet clinic now. That’s weird. But they’re acting fine and not shunning me at all. Jack’s filling the gaping void left in his manhood with…
… because he apparently is my neighbor: FUCK YOU. There are two lanes. You’re free to use the other one.
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