wake me, shake me, please don't let me sleep too long

Jun 04, 2009 21:33

brooklyn brooklyn brooklyn, how i adore your sweet little face. paul and i broke up a serious hairball flying catfight in the backyard, in which orange cat tried to get up on black cat with torn ear's gray ladies, and let me tell you kids, it was not happening. we also made crabcakes.
thunderstorms come in the night quickly and then give way to sun and hotland. we have a case of wine and two cartons of eggs. buster has proven himself to be quite handicapable and has somehow made it down the stairs twice without anyone noticing. quasimodo bustin' out the belltower.
i've been applying to jobs that i am entirely not qualified for, including trying to con my way into a job as a floral designer in the upper west side.
lies lies lies.
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