Friday, May 16, 2008
It's Friday, I'm in Love
It's 10.21 CST on a Friday night and I have left the bar. Why? So I can clean my goddamn kitchen. Do you know what's worse than living with one boy? Living with two. And a cat. That eats Fancy Feast. And therefore farts Fancy Feast. I just finished giving my friend a hard time for staying in tonight to clean for a little brother visit and a mere minutes later, here I am, in my pajamas, mopping to Feist while drinking Leaping Horse shiraz from a magnum with the dishwasher purring in the background. Even more disturbing is that I am really enjoying this. Is it because I work with all women? Who are all at some point in menopause city? Is it because my mother was and is a domestic dictator, requiring hotel sterility at all times? Is it because it's undeniably disgusting to leave half empty glasses, half finished dessert plates, empty beer bottles, fancy feast caked plates, and other bullshit all over the common spaces? I dunno. I've sprayed the place down with Mrs. Meyer's geranium scented room freshener and am hoping for the best. Guess what just came on TBS? Sex and the City. What could be better? Ah. Friday.
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Um, what is it you're in love with? Must be the shiraz.
I live with a girl, which is of course better, but my old cat doesn't so much fart the Fancy Feast as barf out 2/3 of what she takes in, leaving it in cooling little puddles where you can discover it while walking around barefoot in the dark. Nothing like lukewarm cat vomit between your toes, I'll tell you what.
i feel your pain.
i live with a man(oh yeah, a man.) full time , a 10 year old boy
1/2 the week and a 7 year old pug who
loooves human food. and sleeping in our bed. and farting... oh, the farting. between "dutch ovens" and dog farts, i'm right there with you... bottle of wine, 'antm' and
screaming into my pillow. or crying
in the shower.
you're like a mommyblogger without the child.
Leaping Horse? Really? You know better than that...
Two things. One: With ridiculously cool music taste, why don't you let the shit slide a little and do more time at Electro Lounge or someplace similar with booze and a badass jukebox so you can actually have a good Friday night? Garbage can rot in a landfill or in your house, either way it's doing the same thing, no need to hurry the inevitable. Two: I realize that was slightly off topic, the music part, but seriously. Call a staff member from The Gazette, get wasted with them and wake up at 3PM Saturday possibly in the bathroom by the toilet and know that you achieved a lofty goal that everyone has the Constitutional Right to. Ok so that was all really the same thing said twice. Yes. It was that important. GO!
Glad to see you're living the dream.
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