I seem to have very little to say. I have no idea why. Maybe because life is going well and there are few things to bitch about.
Perhaps I shouldn't delve too deeply into that one.
Ooh, I could go on and on about how excited I am to be moving into my own place. Because I am. Excited and moving into my own place. So yay for that. I've been happily planning my list o' things to buy. Oh, sweet shrieking Jesus, I heart IKEA. And Target. Oh yes. I shall buy furniture and art and linens and cookware and bakeware and rugs and kitty litter and trash cans and coat hangers and a squillion other things, and I am very much looking forward to it. I am looking forward to moving the furniture from here to there and then to this place and finally to that place where it will be just perfect. I am excited about finding the thing that will be just right hanging on that wall. I'm looking forward to hanging up the absolute best evar shower curtain. I am very, very happy.
Also!
I am incredibly excited about bringing the cats home. Yay for Linus, and yay for the black and white kitty who is currently Oreo and who was meant to become Jeffrey but who will instead be Eddie. I am very much looking forward to having them around. Visits at the kitty rescue shelter are great, but actually having them at home all the time will, obviously, be a brazilian times better.
I don't yet have the Eddie pictures in a postable location, but here's one of Linus. How cute is he? As cute as it is possible for one cat to be. See? It's sleepy Linus:
I heart him. :)
I am either undercaffeinated or overcaffeinated and am therefore rambling. I'll stop that now. After I tell you that my favorite word today is luge.