Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Je suis malade
Today is a useless day at work since I have a cold. At the turn of every season throughout the year, I get sick. It has been this way since I was little. It sucks.
I can’t wait to go home, get under the covers and go to bed. Monkey better leave me alone come 5am tomorrow morning. That jerk can get his own food.
I can’t wait to go home, get under the covers and go to bed. Monkey better leave me alone come 5am tomorrow morning. That jerk can get his own food.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Get the F up
Its 5am. Anything seem a little bit ‘off’? Anything need to be done? Hello?
*tap tap*
Yo! Wake up!
Wah. This is the dance I have to perform every morning so that someone will get up and feed my starving ass. Yeah Tanya, I’m sure that it’s a real pain and everything, but I’m a growing cat and I need to be fed. Not when it’s convenient for you, okay? I need to be fed when I am HUNGRY.
I have perfected a new kind of purr that really seems to freak Tanya out (not sure about Skaht though.) It is also effective because Tanya got out of bed shortly after I unleashed my new evil power this morning.
What I do is this: I sit on Tanya or Skaht’s chest, get real close to their faces and then purr in a really low yet creepy way. Oh yeah, and I purr really loud too. That way, Tanya and Skaht will be roused from their deep stupid sleep quickly since it sounds like I am going to tear their faces off with my sharp teeth.
It totally works and I think that I might employ it at other times when I need them to stop being so self-absorbed. Like when they lock me out of the bathroom or when they make me wear the crab hat. Wah.
*tap tap*
Yo! Wake up!
Wah. This is the dance I have to perform every morning so that someone will get up and feed my starving ass. Yeah Tanya, I’m sure that it’s a real pain and everything, but I’m a growing cat and I need to be fed. Not when it’s convenient for you, okay? I need to be fed when I am HUNGRY.
I have perfected a new kind of purr that really seems to freak Tanya out (not sure about Skaht though.) It is also effective because Tanya got out of bed shortly after I unleashed my new evil power this morning.
What I do is this: I sit on Tanya or Skaht’s chest, get real close to their faces and then purr in a really low yet creepy way. Oh yeah, and I purr really loud too. That way, Tanya and Skaht will be roused from their deep stupid sleep quickly since it sounds like I am going to tear their faces off with my sharp teeth.
It totally works and I think that I might employ it at other times when I need them to stop being so self-absorbed. Like when they lock me out of the bathroom or when they make me wear the crab hat. Wah.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Respect
Wow, Skaht's post was pretty:
Or maybe a little more:
You know the suits were like, “When in Rome, if we’re doing this video, we’re putting a goddamned model in there, a girl one!” and When in Rome balked, then slammed the glossy tabletop and were like, “Fine. We don’t like it, but fine. But, we’re not interacting with her.” Whereas, Erasure Burger Kinged the whole thing and had it their way.
Or maybe a little more:
You know the suits were like, “When in Rome, if we’re doing this video, we’re putting a goddamned model in there, a girl one!” and When in Rome balked, then slammed the glossy tabletop and were like, “Fine. We don’t like it, but fine. But, we’re not interacting with her.” Whereas, Erasure Burger Kinged the whole thing and had it their way.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Rowlf
I just came back from a dinner with Sara. I love hanging out with her - we always end up watching The Muppets.
Rowlf was my favorite muppet when I was little. I was so obsessed with him. My parents found a Rowlf puppet and bought him for me for Christmas when I was 3. It was one of the best things ever. I still think so.
I should thank them for that.
Rowlf was my favorite muppet when I was little. I was so obsessed with him. My parents found a Rowlf puppet and bought him for me for Christmas when I was 3. It was one of the best things ever. I still think so.
I should thank them for that.
White Shoelace
This post is probably going to be crappy. I’m working on like 8 hours of cumulative sleep over a 2 day period. So, you’ll have to cut me some slack.
A Place to Bury Strangers was such a kick ass show. It’s too bad that my ass was already kicked from the previous night’s drunken escapades with Skaht – but isn’t that always the case anyway. I definitely got into it shortly after we arrived at the Paradise and I’m really happy that we ended up going. Of course, today sucks because of it, but it’s an Accomplished Suck kind of feeling. That’s a good thing, I guess.
Yeah, so I debuted my new American Apparel hoody. I was pretty nervous about getting one, to be honest. I mean, there are all these dumb hipster associations with AA and while I find that really retarded; I don’t want to be looked at as one of those old people who can’t seem to leave the so-called youth counter culture behind. Sad really, since there isn’t such a thing anymore – for the most part. So, why do I care?
I have to say though, I do like the AA hoody a lot. It fits great, was cheap and is really comfortable. I knew that AA would have the fit that I want, so that’s pretty much why I went with it. Most hoodies either have graphics all over them that look lame on me because I’m old. Either that, or, they are really baggy and I’m not into the “I’m going to the gym” look unless I am going to the gym. However, I don’t wear hoodies to the gym.
I figured that I would see a lot of AA garb at last nights show and I was right. I counted maybe 4 AA hoodies and 2 pairs of probable AA leggings. The problem with AA is that all of the hoodies have that really white shoestring tie thing that hangs from the hood. It’s pretty noticeable and right away everyone is all like, AMERICAN APPAREL HOODY. I’m toying with the idea of replacing the shoestring with a black one. Maybe. Especially since I might be buying another hoody soon because I like this one so much.
Maybe buying 1 AA hoody is kind of like getting your first tattoo. You can't stop after just 1. I hope that Skaht is ready for the acid washed jeans, big early 80's mom sunglasses and crocheted, oversized beret that I'll be buying evenutally since I'm such a hipster now.
A Place to Bury Strangers was such a kick ass show. It’s too bad that my ass was already kicked from the previous night’s drunken escapades with Skaht – but isn’t that always the case anyway. I definitely got into it shortly after we arrived at the Paradise and I’m really happy that we ended up going. Of course, today sucks because of it, but it’s an Accomplished Suck kind of feeling. That’s a good thing, I guess.
Yeah, so I debuted my new American Apparel hoody. I was pretty nervous about getting one, to be honest. I mean, there are all these dumb hipster associations with AA and while I find that really retarded; I don’t want to be looked at as one of those old people who can’t seem to leave the so-called youth counter culture behind. Sad really, since there isn’t such a thing anymore – for the most part. So, why do I care?
I have to say though, I do like the AA hoody a lot. It fits great, was cheap and is really comfortable. I knew that AA would have the fit that I want, so that’s pretty much why I went with it. Most hoodies either have graphics all over them that look lame on me because I’m old. Either that, or, they are really baggy and I’m not into the “I’m going to the gym” look unless I am going to the gym. However, I don’t wear hoodies to the gym.
I figured that I would see a lot of AA garb at last nights show and I was right. I counted maybe 4 AA hoodies and 2 pairs of probable AA leggings. The problem with AA is that all of the hoodies have that really white shoestring tie thing that hangs from the hood. It’s pretty noticeable and right away everyone is all like, AMERICAN APPAREL HOODY. I’m toying with the idea of replacing the shoestring with a black one. Maybe. Especially since I might be buying another hoody soon because I like this one so much.
Maybe buying 1 AA hoody is kind of like getting your first tattoo. You can't stop after just 1. I hope that Skaht is ready for the acid washed jeans, big early 80's mom sunglasses and crocheted, oversized beret that I'll be buying evenutally since I'm such a hipster now.
Thanks
Aw man. Let me tell you, both of those jerks came home last night after some “show” and proceeded to smoke cigarettes as they sat around the computer in the kitchen. Now the whole place smells like one big ashtray. Thanks Skaht and Tanya.
Seriously, aren’t they even concerned about what all that smoke must be doing to me? I mean, it’s obvious that they don’t care about their own health, but Jesus. You’d think that they would have some inkling in their booze pickled brains that I might not be cool with it. It’s bad enough that they already tried to put me in a harness and bring me outside where there are CARS. Yeah!!! Cars!! Thanks but no thanks. Being outside sucks and I want no part of it. I don’t need the added worry of dodging cars tacked onto my busy lifestyle; even if Tanya promised that nothing would happen because I’m on a leash. Whatever.
Thank God that Skaht and Tanya are actively trying to quit now. Or so they say, anyway. You never know what you are going to get with those two – life being like a box of chocolates and everything.
Wah. Time to head under the bed.
Seriously, aren’t they even concerned about what all that smoke must be doing to me? I mean, it’s obvious that they don’t care about their own health, but Jesus. You’d think that they would have some inkling in their booze pickled brains that I might not be cool with it. It’s bad enough that they already tried to put me in a harness and bring me outside where there are CARS. Yeah!!! Cars!! Thanks but no thanks. Being outside sucks and I want no part of it. I don’t need the added worry of dodging cars tacked onto my busy lifestyle; even if Tanya promised that nothing would happen because I’m on a leash. Whatever.
Thank God that Skaht and Tanya are actively trying to quit now. Or so they say, anyway. You never know what you are going to get with those two – life being like a box of chocolates and everything.
Wah. Time to head under the bed.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Muzak
Hey, I didn't know that Skaht was in a music video!!
Well, I thought it was him, but Tanya told me that it's actually Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. Could have fooled me. Tanya says that Skaht is way hotter, though.
Wah. Its okay. But, I'd rather chill with some Styx or something. They just don't make music like that any more.
Well, I thought it was him, but Tanya told me that it's actually Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. Could have fooled me. Tanya says that Skaht is way hotter, though.
Wah. Its okay. But, I'd rather chill with some Styx or something. They just don't make music like that any more.
*Gurble*
I didn't go to work today. Last night, Skaht met me after rehearsal for a drink. That one drink turned into a few Ruby Red Gimlets and then before you know it, we were back at my place, drinking whiskey and making sexy time all night long (alcohol tends to lengthen the process.) It was a nice night, but as usual, I'm hung over.
I figured out that I should never go shopping after a whiskey sex night. When I'm hung over, I tend to make a quick shopping trip into a long shopping spree. I got some cute things though and didn't blow my budget, but I really don't need any more clothes.
Monkey just jumped on top of the door. He looks crazy.
Supposedly, Tatiana and I are going out to the Pill tonight, which will include more drinking and staying out late. I hope that my liver holds up. Its time for a detox week with Skaht - I'll have to ask him if he'd be into that.
I figured out that I should never go shopping after a whiskey sex night. When I'm hung over, I tend to make a quick shopping trip into a long shopping spree. I got some cute things though and didn't blow my budget, but I really don't need any more clothes.
Monkey just jumped on top of the door. He looks crazy.
Supposedly, Tatiana and I are going out to the Pill tonight, which will include more drinking and staying out late. I hope that my liver holds up. Its time for a detox week with Skaht - I'll have to ask him if he'd be into that.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Big Deal
Wah. Who cares about Surprise Day?
These mofos are cooking some Weight Watchers thai dinner, drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes.You think they could break me off some catnip so I could wile out and listen to some DM.
These mofos are cooking some Weight Watchers thai dinner, drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes.You think they could break me off some catnip so I could wile out and listen to some DM.
Surprise Day!
Today is Surprise Day. Tanya and I started Surprise Day back in May. A little background: Tanya and I met on August 10th, 2007. So, back in May we decided that on the 10th of every month we’d buy each other a gift under $10.
In May, I got Tanya the Morrissey book (remaindered at the Barnes & Noble near where I work) and she got me a book about folding dollar bills into airplanes (and the USS Enterprise). The airplane book is at my apartment.
We were both a little late in the getting in June, which is obviously kind of retarded since they’re only $10 gifts, so we decided to hold off until July and present each other with gifts in the $10-$20 range. I got Tanya the Wizard Finger Puppet (shipping pushed it over $10) and she made me the Cod Pharmacy thing (supplies put it up around $20). She also ordered me a little green monster from Etsy and threw it in as a bonus. It’s on my desk at work.
In August, I got her the black cat candle from some store in Allston, and she got me the key-shaped bottle opener.
Today I presented her with the two wine glasses I got from Pier One on my way over, because my other idea didn’t work out. We’ve broken a lot of wine glasses, so it’s still an okay gift. She gave me the fish bookmark, made out of fish skin.
In May, I got Tanya the Morrissey book (remaindered at the Barnes & Noble near where I work) and she got me a book about folding dollar bills into airplanes (and the USS Enterprise). The airplane book is at my apartment.
We were both a little late in the getting in June, which is obviously kind of retarded since they’re only $10 gifts, so we decided to hold off until July and present each other with gifts in the $10-$20 range. I got Tanya the Wizard Finger Puppet (shipping pushed it over $10) and she made me the Cod Pharmacy thing (supplies put it up around $20). She also ordered me a little green monster from Etsy and threw it in as a bonus. It’s on my desk at work.
In August, I got her the black cat candle from some store in Allston, and she got me the key-shaped bottle opener.
Today I presented her with the two wine glasses I got from Pier One on my way over, because my other idea didn’t work out. We’ve broken a lot of wine glasses, so it’s still an okay gift. She gave me the fish bookmark, made out of fish skin.
Ouch
I just came back from a lunch with the executives at my consulting company. It went well I guess, but it’s something I hate having to do. You sit around a table and everyone forces themselves to talk. Conversational topics mostly revolve around the Patriots, the Red Sox and what someone’s kid said in the car the other day. These are topics that I have no knowledge of and don’t find particularly interesting – so all I can do is sit there and nod my head, feigning interest. It is torture.
I did, however, try to get in on the conversation today. One of the annoying guys who works in the World Trade Center with me was going on and on about some stupid car that he wants to sell. He asked me if I was interested in buying it. I said no and that I was getting along fine without a car. The big shot VP (who seems like a misogynist prick) was all like “No cah?! How can you have no cah!” After taking a big sip of my iced tea, I suppressed any thought of stabbing this guy with my butter knife and forged ahead, trying to appear calm and sophisticated so I could speak to this retard in a clear manner.
“Well, I live in the city, so there really isn’t a need for the expense. I like to walk a lot and I use public transportation. Not only that, I’m a member of this car share service called ZipCar.”
“Zipcah?! Oh yeah, I’ve seen some of does around town. Pretty nifty.” He said this as he elbowed his partner in the ribs in a joking fashion. This is the second time that he has done such a thing (and I’ve had lunch with him twice.) Every time I open my mouth to say something, it’s just so damn funny. It’s annoying and very unprofessional and Jesus, wouldn’t I love to beat him over the head with my handbag. If it wasn’t for the fact that I need this job, I would have done it by now.
What made the lunch even worse is the fact that I am completely hung-over today. This is the result of yet another evening of magnum-wine-bottle-drinking with Skaht. We did our usual thing of YouTube watching, although this time I ended up in a sailor themed bra and hat, not sure why…I just did.
As a general rule, I think that I need to cut off the alcohol when I start feeling the need to raid my burlesque costume stash on a weeknight. Weekends are okay. Weeknights are not.
I did, however, try to get in on the conversation today. One of the annoying guys who works in the World Trade Center with me was going on and on about some stupid car that he wants to sell. He asked me if I was interested in buying it. I said no and that I was getting along fine without a car. The big shot VP (who seems like a misogynist prick) was all like “No cah?! How can you have no cah!” After taking a big sip of my iced tea, I suppressed any thought of stabbing this guy with my butter knife and forged ahead, trying to appear calm and sophisticated so I could speak to this retard in a clear manner.
“Well, I live in the city, so there really isn’t a need for the expense. I like to walk a lot and I use public transportation. Not only that, I’m a member of this car share service called ZipCar.”
“Zipcah?! Oh yeah, I’ve seen some of does around town. Pretty nifty.” He said this as he elbowed his partner in the ribs in a joking fashion. This is the second time that he has done such a thing (and I’ve had lunch with him twice.) Every time I open my mouth to say something, it’s just so damn funny. It’s annoying and very unprofessional and Jesus, wouldn’t I love to beat him over the head with my handbag. If it wasn’t for the fact that I need this job, I would have done it by now.
What made the lunch even worse is the fact that I am completely hung-over today. This is the result of yet another evening of magnum-wine-bottle-drinking with Skaht. We did our usual thing of YouTube watching, although this time I ended up in a sailor themed bra and hat, not sure why…I just did.
As a general rule, I think that I need to cut off the alcohol when I start feeling the need to raid my burlesque costume stash on a weeknight. Weekends are okay. Weeknights are not.
Wah!
Monkey here. I figured that I’d take some time to blog a bit before I head under the bed to sleep all day. Yeah, that’s pretty much all I do during the week with Tanya and Skaht gone. Sure, it sounds like a nice life, but let me tell you – it ain’t all sunshine and roses.
Take, for example, my hairball problem. I was coughing that shit up for at least three days this week. Seriously, there were these nasty, gray hair ‘cigars’ all over the floor and Tanya freaked out because of it. I guess that she got online and found a ton of articles about cats getting ‘impacted’ from hairballs. Now, let me tell you…I normally don’t have an issue in the litter box department, but it did get me a bit riled up.
As a consequence of all this good advice she found, she ended up getting some Vaseline at the store and smearing it all over my front paws. Bitch, please! That shit is nasty. The only way to get it off is to lick it off, and let me tell you, its as bad as it sounds. It did seem to help me out with the hairballs, though. But, gross. Gross!!
Anyway, I’m getting tired from typing. Not having fingers (or even hands) makes typing a bit of a pain. Plus, I need to get my beauty sleep in now before Tanya and Skaht come back tonight. You can’t get any peace with those two around.
God help me if they make me wear the crab hat again. I look just as stupid as this cat looks here:
Take, for example, my hairball problem. I was coughing that shit up for at least three days this week. Seriously, there were these nasty, gray hair ‘cigars’ all over the floor and Tanya freaked out because of it. I guess that she got online and found a ton of articles about cats getting ‘impacted’ from hairballs. Now, let me tell you…I normally don’t have an issue in the litter box department, but it did get me a bit riled up.
As a consequence of all this good advice she found, she ended up getting some Vaseline at the store and smearing it all over my front paws. Bitch, please! That shit is nasty. The only way to get it off is to lick it off, and let me tell you, its as bad as it sounds. It did seem to help me out with the hairballs, though. But, gross. Gross!!
Anyway, I’m getting tired from typing. Not having fingers (or even hands) makes typing a bit of a pain. Plus, I need to get my beauty sleep in now before Tanya and Skaht come back tonight. You can’t get any peace with those two around.
God help me if they make me wear the crab hat again. I look just as stupid as this cat looks here:
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Hi
Hey, this is our new blog. I’m Skaht . Tanya and I just ate at Mike’s in Davis Square, a cheap place to get drinks and food.
The other day, Tanya’s mom was talking about how crazy Sarah Palin is, and we couldn’t agree more. Of course, Tanya’s mom put her spin on it and when she talks about that crazy religious nut flapping around her retarded baby for all the world to see, well, what more is there to say? Tanya was looking into emigrating to Canada today. I think it’s still a little soon for that, since as a household we believe in hope and change.
If you ask me, the Republicans went way overboard, throwing a reformed Pentecostal gun freak on the bill, just because she’s a woman, to counterbalance Barak Obama’s unstoppable blackness. I mean, he’s only half black. The Republicans clearly should have rolled with a tranny who’s had the implants but not gender reidentification surgery. Then, I remembered, there aren’t any pre-operative tranny Republicans. Too bad for them.
Tanya’s cat Monkey is going to be posting, too.
Tanya and I spend a lot of time drinking wine and screwing around on the internet and trying to quit smoking, so we figured we should start a blog, because we can only look at so many YouTube videos, like Bronksi Beat’s “Smalltown Boy.”
The other day, Tanya’s mom was talking about how crazy Sarah Palin is, and we couldn’t agree more. Of course, Tanya’s mom put her spin on it and when she talks about that crazy religious nut flapping around her retarded baby for all the world to see, well, what more is there to say? Tanya was looking into emigrating to Canada today. I think it’s still a little soon for that, since as a household we believe in hope and change.
If you ask me, the Republicans went way overboard, throwing a reformed Pentecostal gun freak on the bill, just because she’s a woman, to counterbalance Barak Obama’s unstoppable blackness. I mean, he’s only half black. The Republicans clearly should have rolled with a tranny who’s had the implants but not gender reidentification surgery. Then, I remembered, there aren’t any pre-operative tranny Republicans. Too bad for them.
Tanya’s cat Monkey is going to be posting, too.
Tanya and I spend a lot of time drinking wine and screwing around on the internet and trying to quit smoking, so we figured we should start a blog, because we can only look at so many YouTube videos, like Bronksi Beat’s “Smalltown Boy.”
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