It's Thursday, motherFers! 
My Mizzan made a comment on yesterday's journal to the effect that I must have too much time to kill at work, as I update my journal every day. I work my rump off at work, more so lately....it's just all about priorities. I mean, what's more important upon arrival at work every morning: Opening the mail and returning phone calls, or updating my journal so all my beloved SG friends can peer into my life?
I rest my case.
I can't be mad, though, because he sprung for an awesome sushi dinner last night.
It gave us both really horrific gas, but it was totally worth it. So good.
Banapple Gas is absolutely breaking my heart lately. He follows me around everywhere, jumps from the floor to my shoulders every time I stop moving, remains on my shoulders as I attempt to get things done around the house, and sleeps above my head every night. The problem is... he also wreaks havoc on my apartment and terrorizes the other cats. He's the sweetest little boy ever, but he needs to be a single cat. Hopefully our friends Zach and Corrinne will love him as much as I do.
In other news, my newest lil' hamster (tentatively named Abel by my lil' sis) passed away a couple of days ago. It was a particularily gruesome scene, so I wasn't really keen on addressing it, but I feel like I need to acknowledge him here. RIP little man.
Check it out: Go CANADA!
Now go show some love to the LADIES and the GENTS. Happy Thursday!
9 days until my BIRTHDAY....
My Mizzan made a comment on yesterday's journal to the effect that I must have too much time to kill at work, as I update my journal every day. I work my rump off at work, more so lately....it's just all about priorities. I mean, what's more important upon arrival at work every morning: Opening the mail and returning phone calls, or updating my journal so all my beloved SG friends can peer into my life?
I rest my case.
I can't be mad, though, because he sprung for an awesome sushi dinner last night.
It gave us both really horrific gas, but it was totally worth it. So good.
Banapple Gas is absolutely breaking my heart lately. He follows me around everywhere, jumps from the floor to my shoulders every time I stop moving, remains on my shoulders as I attempt to get things done around the house, and sleeps above my head every night. The problem is... he also wreaks havoc on my apartment and terrorizes the other cats. He's the sweetest little boy ever, but he needs to be a single cat. Hopefully our friends Zach and Corrinne will love him as much as I do.
In other news, my newest lil' hamster (tentatively named Abel by my lil' sis) passed away a couple of days ago. It was a particularily gruesome scene, so I wasn't really keen on addressing it, but I feel like I need to acknowledge him here. RIP little man.
Check it out: Go CANADA!
Now go show some love to the LADIES and the GENTS. Happy Thursday!
9 days until my BIRTHDAY....
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throatneedle:
hahaha i love you! wait till i spill a drink on you again girl
apnea:
thanks, i try 