Life with Party Cat is not always, in fact, a party. This morning Sarah and I awoke (to be honest, it was more like this afternoon) to find our precious cat with a really not precious problem. You remember this, I'm sure. The fallacy of the audio tape holding this "sculpture" together is that cats like shit like that. So much that they eat it. Then can't digest it. Then have it coming out of their ass. I would like to say I spent the day doing productive things - packing, making home made yogurt, having sex dreams about Wentworth Miller*, but instead, Sarah and I followed Party Cat's sphincter around the apartment checking for any action. I am of the wait-till-she-craps-it-out school, but Sarah is leaning toward the paying-an-obscene-amount-of money-for-a-cranky-emergency-vet-to-tell-her-to-wait-till-PC-shits school. We will see. Updates to follow.
(can you see it? if i were rich, i'd have photo shop and could some sort of clever circling thing.)Siobhlogger is my hero:
She made me dinner tonight and finished my wrist warmers for me! Thanks, yo! I realized that wrist warmers are the perfect thing for this lame Massachusetts winter since it hasn't snowed or even really been cold. Then I remembered that I'm moving to the land of skating rink parking lots and downed power lines. Fantastic!
(ignore the ragged manicure.)Jeremy Piven reached his peak in PCU:
I'm on a rotating schedule with my liver, therefore, I am watching SNL this evening. Ha! Someone is getting fired. J-Piv's mic wasn't on.
"Where is my freaking phone?"
I truly love The Office more with each episode I watch. This week's show was rife with wonderful moments including:
Andy: I forgot to tell you the plan for this Saturday: you, me, bar, beers, buzzed. Wings, shots, drunk. Waitresses, hot. Football, Cornell/Hofstra, slaughter. Then quick nap at my place, and we hit the tiz-own.
Michael: No. I don’t want to do any of that.
Incidentally, those were my plans until the cat thing happened. The point of my story is that I usually watch episodes online for free because I'm a sucker and am watching Grey's Anatomy while The Office is on, but my site disappeared! I just don't know what to do. It's like Sophie's Choice but without having to choose which of your children to save.
I'm not wearing any underwear:
I am at war with my laundry. I haven't done any since returning on New Years Day - so this is day 20 of the stand off. If you have seen me about town recently, you know that I've been wearing some weird shit. Case in point: I went to a dance party at a bar wearing a button down blue oxford under a North Face pullover fleece topped off with orange Nikes and jeans that I haven't worn since my sophomore year of college. It was hot. Somehow, this little number still got the job done, so now I'm intrigued. Just how long can I go, rifling through the bottom of my closet for sweaters of days past, and just how successful will I be? The roommate has twice complimented me on my recent ensembles. I could get used to that. Right now I'm wearing gym shorts, leg warmers, a bra from five years ago, and a ragged sweatshirt. And I'm alone. Time to count my quarters.
*I totally had a dirty dream starring Wentworth Miller. He's the super hot guy on Prison Break (kinda lame, on Fox). I was following him up a snowy mountain, which quickly turned into a steep brick wallish thing, which I quickly rolled down. He was at the bottom, cupped my face in his hands and told me I was beautiful and that he wanted to kiss me. It was pretty awesome.
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come to my gym. there's a guy who looks just like him. i had a thing for him until i saw him entering the dreaded tanningbed room (i know, i know... i was also guilty of this once upon a time but come on, a guy? tanning?). he's still hot though, could be all yours...
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