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08.11.03 August - 9:42 PM
So yeah...wow. I just checked today and a whole 9 people stopped by my site today. Now you might think that's pretty, well, pathetic, but I personnally (that is SO not how you spell that word) think it's pretty fucking kick ass. So yeah...wow. I honestly saw that and felt compelled (and why doesn't diaryland supply a spell check?) to update again. And it's only been 9 frickin' days! Jaysus in a push cart! Carolyn Lynn! Grab your lucky numbers, weer playin' the lot O ree! Yeah, well, the problem is, I have nothing in particular to write about. So I figured I'd just give you pictures of my cat. Like a crazy cat lady. But without the moth balls and chalky flavored sugar cookies. Have I ever written about my cat? I'm sincerely hoping that I haven't. No, really. Outside of the occasional (Diaryland, spell check. PLEASE!) mention I really hope that none of you REALLY know that I have a cat. Named Chloe. Who's gray. Who celebrates her 1 year birthday sometime this month (I'm not a crazy cat lady I'm not a crazy cat lady). Who fetches. Oh shit. Now that I don't mind mentioning. My fucking cat plays fetch. No, seriously. She does.
Ask Bux. Ask Beth. Fetch. Cat. I KNOW. I took a video with my digital camera of it and everything figuring I'd send it in to Animal Planet. (Hmm. Part Crazy Cat Lady/ Part Weird Tech Geek. I'm really not shedding a good light on myself tonight, am I? Shit, I better throw in a quick picture of something cool)
Okay, so I just spent the last twenty minutes trying to figure out how to upload a .avi file with size restrictions and realized it just. wasn't. going. to. happen. Wanna see Chloe fetch? I'll send you the video. Swear. To. God. That's it. I'm done talking about my fucking cat. Sorry Chloe. Have I mentioned that I'm on www.cockeyed.com? And it's NOT a porn site? Check out the camera phone section and you're sure to see me. Someone (Hi Matt!) actually came up to me and let me know they saw me there. I felt almost famous in a completely not famous sort of way.
okay, so I can't help myself Anyhow, quick update on the job front: Had an interview last week that didn't go half bad. At least I didn't once say, "Um, well, I really don't know what the hell you're talking about." Wish me luck. Also, I'm working very part time for my Patron Saint of Everything: Joe. Like I said, Very part time, but it's something and something is better than nothing, and nothing is asking your mom for an early Christmas present in August of money just so you can buy Top Ramen for the week (ha! you laugh employed boy. just wait till budget cuts hit your department) Anyhow, that's it for me. I've got a beer, I've got 'Family Guy', and I've got
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