anonymouse

PHILOUZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh man, my brother is home from college, we have a new cat, my boyfriend is done editing his movie about hookers who ply their trade at Cuban sandwich shops (and the premiere is happening soonish at the Cosford Cinema), and I am going through the Christmas rush. You see, I bought ALL of my gifts on the internet (except for the gift card at Books and Books I got for my father, because I quickly realized that the Hebrew Bazooka Joe chewing gum and the Jewish trading cards I got from Archie McPhee were joke gifts)... And I got my brother the Drive DVD, a documentary about skateboarder Mikey V. I looked at my brother's DVD collection in his bedroom, and he didn't have it THERE, but guess what?? It's at his school. In his dorm. Fuck fuck FUCKITY fuck. FUCK. So tomorrow, since I'm covering a rotation show at the radio station, I intend to check out the Virgin Megastore since I only just remembered that they also carry DVDs, and I've checked out every single goddamn other store in the Miami-Dade area that carries DVDs, and it SUCKS. Oh god. If I can't find a sufficient replacement, I can type up an apology note and say that I thought he didn't have this, but it turns out he does, so here is a list of a bunch of DVDs that look good from Amazon, and just tell me which one you want to replace it, 'kay? Yeah, yeah.

I didn't say what I got my momma for Christmas. I bought her a motherfucking HUGE volume of poetry by John Clare. Okay, it's not that huge. It's only 318 pages. The accompanying biography, however, is over 600 pages. I think she'll like her present. John Clare is credited as being the best nature poet EVER. And she likes nature. She should, as a horticulturalist and botanist.

I've had two traumatic events with my new kitty Sidney. On Friday, we though he had run away. It turned out he was just having an adventure INSIDE the wall behind the built-in bookcases (which we need, since we have about 10,000 books). Today, however, he somehow got outside. We decided to put some food out and leave the doors open, and he came back in a half hour or less. Now my brother is playing with him. He's a sweet kitty, Sid. He's gray and black and silver, and he has a pink nose, and he purrs so easily. And he cuddles! He's so sweet. Yes, I love him. Zowie... She's not 100% fond of him. Last week (we've had him for a week now), she hissed and hissed and hissed and spat and pouted. But yesterday? She spotted him and rolled over onto her back. That means she trusts him. Or something.

La la la.

Oh, my boyfriend made me feel special. We were playing Double Dash together, and I apparently game with my mouth open. And he kissed me. Because my mouth was open. Yay for slack-jawed gamers. Woo.

Bad joke alert: My mom's cousin sent us a bunch of cheeses from Wisconson, yeah? There are some really good ones, like this odd colby/jack mix. And then there are... others. Okay, there is a brick of cheese, and it has little bits of salami in it. So I turned to my Dad (who is back home from Japan) and said to him, I said to him, I says to him, "I don't think this cheese is kosher."

Rimshot, please. Thank you. Tip your waitress and try the crabcakes!