So the cat goes to pet hospital tomorrow to have the mysterious lump removed. The vet said that the results of the test they did were inconclusive, and we had three options - leave it and see what happens, do another test, or just take the whole thing out and find out what it is that way. So we figured it would be best to go for the latter option. I mean, there was no way in hell that I was just gonna ignore it, and doing another test would have been expensive and a waste of time. So tomorrow he goes in for his operation and I guess they'll keep him all day and I'll get him back Friday. Ugh, god I hope it's not cancer. Please don't let it be cancer! I'll gladly part with the $600 bucks if it's not anything fatal.
Meanwhile, I don't have a paid account on LJ anymore and one of the reasons I haven't been around as much is that the American Apparel ads gross me out and I hate looking at them. Does anyone else get those? Hate. Haaaaaaate. I appreciate sexy ladies as much as the next healthy red-blooded bisexual chick, but something about the American Apparel ads is just gross and sleazy and exploitative. Ew. Do not want, LJ.
In better news, today I found an old copy of Sim City 4. Oh my god, you guys, Becktopia is gonna be the best city ever.
And finally, I need to get my shit together and do a Suits picspam at some point, because Harvey Specter is pretty much the sexiest guy on TV and I want to read ALL of the fic about him and his cute associate being in love. ALLLLL OF IT. And you guys need to write it for me!
Okay, gonna go build worlds. Love you all. Oh, and thank you for your driving tips,
meredyth_13. I am seriously thinking about printing those out and sticking them to the inside of my sun visor. You're amazing. And thanks to the rest of you too, sigh, siiiigh, one day I will be less fail-y, I'm sure of it.
Wish me and Shady luck, guys!
--Beck