Vaguely Inappropriate
So I just watched "Bridget Jones's Diary" with Dave after a very uneventful but quite enjoyable day. And I kind of want to die. I'm not really in a socaltom mood...if I hadn't sworn off my real journal until I get back to Chicago, I'd be waxing emo all up in that shit.
But I am following through on my promise of pictures. The first is of this cat, whose name I am completely unaware of, but has captured my heart in the last few weeks, despite my horrid allergies to him. He's always sleeping in the shade around the apartment building and he's the first cat I can honestly say I like as much as a dog. And I'm pretty sure he likes me back. ;-)
And this one is a testament to the absolutely disgusting air pollution in the Los Angeles Basin. There was literally a cloud of it looming over the hills the other day. I was afraid to breathe.
Anyway, off to be emo. Seven days until Chicago. Color me excited beyond all comprehension. And magenta.