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oy! where do i start.
no really where do i start. again.
i miss being here and so am going to attempt to hang around more.
the new year.
new years!
new years ended up being the best thing ever. pj & melissa's for a while. [hi!] it was nice to see friends and stuff. everyone was playing wii, which i find tiresome, but it was still superfantastische to hang out with everyone. and their place i so midcenturyi classy. [hi!] around 10:30, i went to Mercy! at cous cous. Mercy! is a soul music dance party-what i call the contemporary interpretation of northern soul. cous cous is a moraccan/lebanese/mediterranean themed joint with lots of red and warm tones. pics on my flickr-same name as this journal. the vibe was perfect. they handed out free champagne, hats and noisemakers. everyone was friendly, fraternal, and chill. it was a douchebag-free zone. hugs abounded. a floor full of people who could dance well in a group formation...as opposed to the asshole with the cigarette on the dance floor who butts into the flow of everyone else.
i'm practicing dating. because it's not like i'm looking to get married now or anything; but i don't really want to be single forever. when i'm 50, i want to travel with that special someone. but in the meantime, i want to actually date instead of harbouring a million crushes. human contact, gettin' some, learning how to be play well with others. i mean, this is what people do isn't it?
lou is repsonding extremely well to fluid therapy. he is in chronic kidney failure. fluid therapy involes a subcutaneous injection in his scruff. he doesn't like it. natch. it takes two people-one to hold the growling, angry cat and one to inject. he refuses to eat the prescription food, so i hope the positive progression is not an illusion. i love him so much, and i know he IS a 14 year old cat, but i want him to live forever. kitteh.
it's 12:00am and i am only allowed to stay on here like 15 more minutes as bedtime is go.
no really where do i start. again.
i miss being here and so am going to attempt to hang around more.
the new year.
new years!
new years ended up being the best thing ever. pj & melissa's for a while. [hi!] it was nice to see friends and stuff. everyone was playing wii, which i find tiresome, but it was still superfantastische to hang out with everyone. and their place i so midcenturyi classy. [hi!] around 10:30, i went to Mercy! at cous cous. Mercy! is a soul music dance party-what i call the contemporary interpretation of northern soul. cous cous is a moraccan/lebanese/mediterranean themed joint with lots of red and warm tones. pics on my flickr-same name as this journal. the vibe was perfect. they handed out free champagne, hats and noisemakers. everyone was friendly, fraternal, and chill. it was a douchebag-free zone. hugs abounded. a floor full of people who could dance well in a group formation...as opposed to the asshole with the cigarette on the dance floor who butts into the flow of everyone else.
i'm practicing dating. because it's not like i'm looking to get married now or anything; but i don't really want to be single forever. when i'm 50, i want to travel with that special someone. but in the meantime, i want to actually date instead of harbouring a million crushes. human contact, gettin' some, learning how to be play well with others. i mean, this is what people do isn't it?
lou is repsonding extremely well to fluid therapy. he is in chronic kidney failure. fluid therapy involes a subcutaneous injection in his scruff. he doesn't like it. natch. it takes two people-one to hold the growling, angry cat and one to inject. he refuses to eat the prescription food, so i hope the positive progression is not an illusion. i love him so much, and i know he IS a 14 year old cat, but i want him to live forever. kitteh.
it's 12:00am and i am only allowed to stay on here like 15 more minutes as bedtime is go.