Brought to you by the word...BAMF
I need reading material.
And more entertainment. Or, as i coined it yesterday, 'Plane-tertainment.'
Possibly a new computer bag, cause this one's gonna be a bitch to stuff the important Plane-tertainment with.
I've never been good at packing, but since i moved to AZ, all trips to NY have been too short that i didn't have to worry about it. A few days, if anything.
This time around, it's over a week. And that's pretty bad ass.
Speaking of badass, John Barrowman's new album came out March 1st. It's all Broadway stuff. I need it.
Today, i called Charlie a BAMF. I'm not sure why. I just..did.
I've always kept them closed off behind a kitchen gate, because they had a tendency of marking the carpet in the living room in Phoenix.
But lately i've been taking them on a walk, then letting them around..just not upstairs.
So last night, i'm in my room, and i can't find Charlie. Mom's all, "He's in the living room with us, sleeping."
Again, this morning, i got out of a shower, and i'm like, 'great. Where's Charlie?" Dillon's asleep on my bed.
Charlie was by himself in the living room, just chilling out.
So i went "Charlie, you're a BAMF. You are a bad ass mother fucker."
I don't know why, though.
Speaking of the BAMFness, last night dad alerted me to the fact that 'Bright Young Things' was about to start on TV.
No, Dad's not the bamf-ness. Stephen Fry is.
Also. Job searching in NY. That sounds pretty BAMFery to me. Thinking i'll contact Dr. Selmer (Original vet) ..maybe he's got some leads for me. Before i left NY, he told me if i ever needed a reference, he'd be honored to write one up.
And that was before i was all...Veterinaryish.
OH \o/
\o/ YAY