9 posts tagged “cat”
Boyfriend and i have matching jcrew catalogs except his is bigger. by like a hundred pages. what. the. fuck. see if i ever (never) order anything from them again (haven't)
Jcrew needs to design things with the large-assed female in mind.
Today: Hair looks great, fabulous. I have Kickboxing and drinks with a friend after work. I had Mennonite bread for breakfast. I don't know what else those Mennonites are up to, but they make damn good bread. I'm already sick of the soup I made to last for a week of lunches. but it's vegan i guess. Today is not nearly as gorgeous as yesterday. I fear a winter relapse.
Big decision coming up about whether or not to wear socks.
What would Jesus do?
Here's a cute pic from last night, I woke up to in my gmail. I will let you wonder about that glass on the floor:
this is my life.
...even though it's seriously the cutest thing he's done in nearly an hour.
Because i see that I'm becoming that girl who posts pictures everyday of her pet being miraculous, and I need to stop that.
Even though he's really... realllllly cute right now, laying on his green scarf, with his eyes all big and curious and his little white paws tucked under. EVEN THOUGH he's so impossibly adorable right now, that a pic of that might change your life.
I am so not posting it.
I'm not even TAKING this picture. I'm just gonna go upstairs, and put away laundry, and stop thinking about his little pink nose.
OMG the nose.
Ok. not posting. Done. End. <EOT>
SO.. i know i haven't been talking lately. It's not you, it's me. For some reason*, I just haven't felt like saying anything. I've been reading, of course. And thinking of clever comments I don't post. I keep reading and thinking and having full-on miniature conversations in my head, i just never get around to doing the work of actually engaging in them.
I've gone so incommunicado that my gmail inbox has all but dried up, but for facebook alerts, google calendar, and drugstore.com.
I went to see the donnas. it was fun. i have promoted the girl I went with to 'friend' because we have hung out more than once and she seems to still like me. I'm short on nashville friends, so new ones are great. Not just any new one, but cool ones, real ones.
I'm in DC this week for work. actually i'm about 7 million miles away from DC, in some wretched little business suburb with ONE starbucks. my room is nice, but it is as nice as the town is lame. tomorrow night, at least, there is dancing. I just have to drive to the train, take it an hour into DC, and walk six blocks. then leave by midnight to catch the last train. what is it with trains?? at least DC's metro runs later on weekend nights. ahem BART.
i bought the book called 'Skinny Bitch'. It's pretty funny. it gets a bit tiresome, girls who insist that certain foods and habits will make you look and feel like shit, but what can you expect from a book called 'Skinny Bitch'. It has also, by the way, totally turned me off meat and dairy. I haven't had either in .. 2 days? Bleh. so far they have no stance on movie popcorn. I'm sure they will. they are bitches.
Um that's all. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my cat. I miss the point in the universe where we three intersect. (probably the couch).
hugsies.
*i think it's the drugs
So said when I was bothering the cat during his 'quiet time' with my boyfriend.
(while he's training him to have a 'space and time' where he's not attacking him) <-- had to get that right..
My boyfriend's mom sent this catnip toy for Jonas this christmas.. From fatcat, Inc .. the toy is amazing. Jonas goes totally apeshit when we take it out of its secret hiding place. He bounces around and bats and chases the thing all over the living room. it makes an excellent distraction when he's in one of his violent tempers and we need to escape up the stairs without him launching teeth-first into our exposed calves.
Wikipedia, my number-one source for all things true, says a lot of things about catnip, but nothing about what I'd feared: that catnip is eating up my kitty's brain cells. If you have any information on the brain-cell-eating function of catnip, please send it. it may (or may not) have a bearing on whether or not I buy a new, fresh, fatcat brain-eating toy.
Jonas, glassy eyed and getting his fix:
look how dirty that thing is. that's all kitty drool. ew.
i really need a new camera.
I am now a Nashvillian.
Sorry it's taken me so long to post something; the last few days have been pretty occupied with driving, settling in and starting up my new job. Here are some of the interesting (well.. interesting to me) tidbits from the trip and the last few days:
1) Tuesday 7/10 was my last night in the bay area, and I spent it at swing central. I have the best friends ever. I have the kind of friends who bring me champagne and CD's with fun music, and flowers and photos and self-addressed, stamped postcards. They threw a 'jam' for me.. (which means they danced me in the middle of a circle) and they took a hundred great pictures, and then they said goodbye and waved from the parking lot until they couldn't see my car anymore. It was perfect. they're the best..
2) Apparently the awesome-fairy sent out an email to all my friends indicating that I would love some good music to listen to on the long drive (estimated at 3+ days). THIS rocked. I got probably a dozen or more CD's loaded with cool music, and the kind of surprising mixes that keep you guessing (keep you awake) on the road. The most surprising mixes came from a couple people; Apex, a regular swing DJ.. who had all KINDS of crazy, awesome stuff on there, and not any swing tracks that I recall. He also wins the prize for 'keeping me from driving off the road one sunny Wednesday' with the inclusion of 'Freedom' or whatever that song is called. I listened to it probably 4 times. The other surprising mix came from Lotsa -- that girl loves her some blues and soul. Who knew? i see all these people swing dancing.. we forget there's the rest of life. The prize for 'song that was playing when I crossed the TN border' goes to Jinkies, and the prize for 'song that was playing when I rolled up to my BF's apartment, and thus, the rest of my new life, goes to Raz (and Christina Aguilera's 'Ain't no other man')
3) Ok, the drive:
California:
I left Wed 7/11 (Luckeeeeee) at 7:30 am. My cat WAILED for an hour solid, with intermittant wailing after. There is not much else to report in California... Here's a picture of my cat in one of his quiet moments. He spent most of his time in the litter box, in his cage, which was fine the first two days because he hadn't used it -at all-. I was beginning to wonder if his kidneys were going to shut down like Grandpa Simpson in that episode where Homer won't stop the car to pee. I felt bad trapping him in that cage, but it's a better alternative than seeing him get out of the car and under a tire.
Arizona
I drove through the top of Arizona.. the northern part of the Kaibab national forest... which I learned on the news is the largest Ponderosa Pine forest in the US. In Arizona! who'da thunk it? So, nothing really happened in Arizona either; i pretty much stayed on I-40. There was some light rain, I took this picture of the sunset after I'd cleared out of the mountains and was headed through the desert en route to New Mexico. It's beautiful landscape out there in Northeast AZ. Reminds me of what Arizona used to look like before the developers got a hold of it and made Gilbert. I stayed the night in a Motel 6 and slept on the worst mattress ever, which was still better than the air mattress I had been using.
Ok this is as far as I can get for now.. I have to get to work!
So i've been away for seven days. I dragged my -very heavy- luggage back from the BART station and carried it up three flights of stairs to my apartment. I was famished so I opened a can of whatever-i-saw-first. this turned out to be green beans. If you are not familiar with green beans, they come in a can which most often requires the use of a can opener. My fluffy and adorable cat has identified the can opener by the associated noises (heavy sound in the drawer, a pop, a slight hiss, the gerrahhh-gerrrahhhh-geerrrahhh as the gear turns the can under the opener blade). he knows that whenever the can opener sounds occur they are immediately followed with canned chicken or tuna juice in a bowl for him to drink, and this makes him happy. He insisted that I pour whatever juice into a bowl, and pour i did::::
he's drinking it like it may be the best thing ever. i sure hope it's not bad for him.
last night, i'm pretty sure i woke up completely, or at least mostly completely, to have a detailed conversation with my cat about how it's rude for him to lay on my ENTIRE pillow when there is at least one other such pillow I'm not using at all NOT TO MENTION the rest of the queen size bed. Everytime i roll over, i get a face full of fur. I pushed him out of the way a few times, and finally grabbed the pillow and held it to my chest like it was going to get away.
oh well. he's very soft.
Portland is a lovely city.
I mean it. I spent some time there the last couple days, for work, and everyone was so sweet. The city is beautiful, clean, and just big enough to get lost in (i did) without being too imposing. traffic was 500% better than bay-area traffic.
Other things that happened:
- I walked into a men's room and almost walked into two more an hour later.
- I got nailed by airport security b/c my 'baggie' wasn't quart size and my hair goop was FOUR fucking ounces instead of three. to be fair, they were really nice about it, but GOD DAMN. an OUNCE. of HAIR GOO. what am i going to do? texturize someone to death? Piecey layers! On guard!
- i was hung out to dry by fellow employees.
- i had a huge headache which i cured with two martini's and an hour of shit-talking\
- my cat was still alive when i got home and licked at the places where my tears would have gone, if i were the kind of girl who cried over a really, incredibly bad day. If i were that kind of girl.
(i'm not, though)
