MAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRR

That is the noise my cat makes. All the time. ALL THE TIME. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM TRYING TO SLEEP.

rainy day list of randomosity

I have been dropping things lately. I wonder if I have some sort of brain/nerve issue.
I have dreamed about cheese two nights in a row. I plan on buying some cheese tomorrow after my paycheck is deposited.
The Professor signed an email “xoxo.” I think that is just about the cutest thing I’ve seen [...]

he’s MY cat, dammit

I found the best apartment. It is closer to my friends, Seth, and the route I will be taking to my new job (!!) that starts in July; plus it has awesome neighbors, a HUGE backyard, cable and internet shared in the building (way cheap), and an off street parking spot for only $20 a [...]

a weekly wrap-up of sorts

I’m trying to articulate exactly what it is about my boss and my work environment that bother me so much. “Bother” is too weak a word, though. The whole situation offends me, or something. I’m not sure what.
1. The emphasis on neatness. My boss keeps harping on how my desk needs to be neater, because [...]

who’s a pretty kitty?

The apartment and those who live in it, currently and imminently
I’ve become that sad single girl who talks to her cat in a high pitched voice, calling him a “Pretty kitty, who’s the prettiest kitty?” But it’s not sad because he IS the prettiest kitty, especially since he let me put his new black collar [...]

bereft

My cat is wandering around the apartment meowing, looking for my former roommate’s cat.
I am going to try and look at kittens this weekend so Charlie can haz a friend. It’s too sad otherwise.

heels

Sometimes–like last night–I’ll come home and my roommate will be wearing heels and a full face of make-up and jeans and a sweatshirt. I picture her prancing around, perhaps working as a phone-sex operator, or reciting avant garde monologues from obscure Italian plays poorly translated into English, or perhaps even just dancing like a flapper [...]

this is beautiful

by liquidskyarts. 

shit

Mine? It’s together.
Not real shit, mind you. Shit. You know, shit. All that stuff that makes up life. Paying bills, going out, doing laundry, cooking, playing with the cat, showering, taking the garbage out, homework, music– I’ve got it together.
I want xb to know this. I want him to know that I can and will [...]

happy birthday

My friend’s cat died on my birthday. It was a Saturday night and we were all getting together at our favorite watering-hole to share some drinks and some songs. The bar was already crowded and filled with smoke by the time she arrived. We all were aware of the news—our other friend had seen her [...]