u can has kitteh?

My friend Danielle just adopted a cat and is in the process of warming him up to his new home (and new sibling), but her father unexpectedly passed away and she's spending a lot of time with her family and away from home and she is sincerely worried about her kitty. If anyone out there is looking for a Maine Coon to adopt, she'd gladly give him over to the right home. She's just sick with grief about not being able to acclimate this new kitty into her home, she doesn't want to keep him locked in a room or just throw him into a room with her other cat, but she also has some other very important things to focus on right now.

If you know anyone who's looking for a kitty, D lives in Orange County, and I am willing to help transport anywhere within California.

drop what you're doing

Can everyone please cancel their previously scheduled LIFE and entertain me? It's 10pm and there are no new blog feeds. No one has updated Flickr in hours. My email box is empty. What's the dealio? Seriously, I am the ONLY ONE who is sitting on the couch, full of cheesesteak, playing Bejeweled? Really?

Oh.

That's sad.

sick of other people

Pretty much all of them. Including me.

For as much as I am a bitch (and I am), I am usually a bitch for good, not evil. I try and be nice to everyone and use the bitchiness to defend their honor. When I love me some people, I love them with a fiery passion. But I hate them the same way too.

The other night Ryan asked me where the "giddy" comes from - is it sarcastic? I punched him in the face. Then found out that he was teasing.

As much as my bitchiness may seem like its on purpose, often times it isn't. I do and say a lot of things that I regret later (I am world famous for my apology emails) even though most times other people aren't bothered by what I have said or done. Maybe that's why it bothers me so much. I said something mean or rude or crass and you didn't even notice.

So last night, Ryan and I were chatting and giggling (as usual) and out of my mouth just flies this sentence that I never meant to speak. All I could do was nervously laugh and say "only kidding" a hundred times in a row. But the look on his face said it all. The arrow landed, and directly between his ribs and nicked the edge of his beating heart. I was immediately sorry. It completely ruined our good time and put a damper on the rest of the evening. But I kind of knew that would happen, and somewhere deep down in my subconscious, I guess I still wanted to say it. It just burbled out without a chance to think about it, but the malice was still there.

I asked Samson to cut his hair.



I had no right to ask. He's never commented on my scraggly eyebrows (instead, he compliments them saying shit like "you have a great arch to your eyebrow") or asked me to lose 40 lbs or to wear matching pajamas. He never asks me to change a thing about my appearance, when in general, I should be forced to change everything.

The beard was/is a joke. He's just been goofing around with it and I think he's secretly flattered that I said he looks like Tony Stark. He's been shaving it and then growing it back every few days.

But this weekend is our friend's wedding and I want us to look "nice" or at least as nice as we can muster. The beard is going for sure, he already offered that. But the hair... I just can't get in to the long hair on him and I really just want him to cut it already. But he likes it. And it's probably staying (sigh). Despite my asshole-ish attempts to bully him into a shave and a haircut. Two bits.

[sorry Bub. I still love you.]