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My living room is out of control messy. Somehow I have been successful in obsessively maintaining a tidy apartment. After my Orlando trip I have apparently given up on that. Today that will all change though. I will live once again in organized domesticated bliss.
Winston Churchill, my new kitty, doubles as an alarm clock. The only way I can stop him from attacking my feet all night is inviting Vincent to sleep over, thus pass the attacking over to him. I was actually late for work by half an hour Saturday morning as a result of Winston's incessant meowing. I felt like I was a parent. "What do you want??? I fed you!! I pet you!!! Your litter is scooped out!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!!!!" While frantically gathering my work essentials, Church kept wedging himself in between my feet and continuing to make a ruckus. I was so mad I was yelling to him that I was late because of him among many other profanities such as shit, motherfuck, and Goddammit. It's a good thing my cat isn't able to talk/mimic my language.
Months after my horrifying sushi food poisening incident I am back on the wagon. Last night I enjoyed a delicious spread of sushi including tekka maki, catapillar, asparagus rolls, and shrimp maguro complete with warm sake and combinaton tempura. Best night of my life. I was so hyped from dinner that we drove straight to World Market and I purchased two varieties of sake and a sake set. I wish it wasn't just past noon so I could start drinking it.
I have no clean underwear. I have no clean shirts. Well, that's not true. I have no clean shirts that I would like to wear.
I have nothing really to talk about but I am home alone and actually kind of bored for the first time in like... awhile. I don't feel like downloading music or watching tv. It's not like I am leaving this on anyone's voicemail either so if my few lj friends find this unamusing then quit f-ing reading it and call me. I'm fucking bored. Maybe I should drink my sake and then repost. Maybe not.
I have had an opinion and everything and everyone lately. I think I'm premenstrual. I hate everyone today. Even people I don't know. I was driving home from work and I saw this pedestrian wearing a neon shirt from the early nineties. I was thinking, "WTF is she so happy about..." Unprovoked. No reason. Just crabbiness. I used to be able to type out how I actually felt in a spray of emotional exhibitionism. I was notified by a close friend that this original paragraph was obnoxious and I needed to quit being immature. All of which is true. I revised my childish, jealous rant. The end.
Winston Churchill, my new kitty, doubles as an alarm clock. The only way I can stop him from attacking my feet all night is inviting Vincent to sleep over, thus pass the attacking over to him. I was actually late for work by half an hour Saturday morning as a result of Winston's incessant meowing. I felt like I was a parent. "What do you want??? I fed you!! I pet you!!! Your litter is scooped out!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!!!!" While frantically gathering my work essentials, Church kept wedging himself in between my feet and continuing to make a ruckus. I was so mad I was yelling to him that I was late because of him among many other profanities such as shit, motherfuck, and Goddammit. It's a good thing my cat isn't able to talk/mimic my language.
Months after my horrifying sushi food poisening incident I am back on the wagon. Last night I enjoyed a delicious spread of sushi including tekka maki, catapillar, asparagus rolls, and shrimp maguro complete with warm sake and combinaton tempura. Best night of my life. I was so hyped from dinner that we drove straight to World Market and I purchased two varieties of sake and a sake set. I wish it wasn't just past noon so I could start drinking it.
I have no clean underwear. I have no clean shirts. Well, that's not true. I have no clean shirts that I would like to wear.
I have nothing really to talk about but I am home alone and actually kind of bored for the first time in like... awhile. I don't feel like downloading music or watching tv. It's not like I am leaving this on anyone's voicemail either so if my few lj friends find this unamusing then quit f-ing reading it and call me. I'm fucking bored. Maybe I should drink my sake and then repost. Maybe not.
I have had an opinion and everything and everyone lately. I think I'm premenstrual. I hate everyone today. Even people I don't know. I was driving home from work and I saw this pedestrian wearing a neon shirt from the early nineties. I was thinking, "WTF is she so happy about..." Unprovoked. No reason. Just crabbiness. I used to be able to type out how I actually felt in a spray of emotional exhibitionism. I was notified by a close friend that this original paragraph was obnoxious and I needed to quit being immature. All of which is true. I revised my childish, jealous rant. The end.