Wednesday, December 12
Tuesday, December 11
Monday, December 10
A++++ #1 best at being photographer :D
this weekend i went to a party in jersey city (!!! there are friends of mine from back in the day that, if i told them i got on the j in bed-stuy and eventually emerged at the grove st path station on a saturday night, would piss themselves laughing at me). the couple who threw the party had THE. MOST. CUETEST. CAT! it was black with white feet and chest, which is always cute though of course all cats that look like that get raped by skunks, never forget ;_;
anyway, the main point is, we ordered pizza and the cat went completely batshit begging for pizza. it was amazing, the meowing and the pawing and the climbing people's pants. i figured the cat didn't actually understand what we were eating, so i offered it a piece of my pizza, thinking it'd sniff it, realize its folly, and run away. no such luck. it scarfed the damn thing and went nuts looking for more, more, more, more. like, it was licking the grease off the paper plates. it also had a similar reaction to people eating tortilla chips, and chocolate.
i mean, do cats eat pizza? i don't really feel so bad about giving that pony pizza anymore--i mean, there are starving kitties in jersey city that would kill for that pizza.
Saturday, December 8
Friday, December 7
get out of my dreams, get into my car
SERIOUSLY WILL SOMEONE JUST GET ME AN ADORABLE SIAMESE KITTEN FOR CHRISTMAS? OR HANNUKAH SINCE THAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW AND I WOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR A KITTEN!!
OH. MY. GOD.
Siamese Mix Kittens in Christmas Basket. Hold onto your socks, folks. This is one of my best photos., originally uploaded by Pixel Packing Mama.
died of cuet. rip me 1980-2007
Wednesday, December 5
when i was buying you a drink, where were you?
so i guess it was kinda bad form to start a blog and then like disappear off the planet, huh? whatevers, y'all just reading this in hopes i finally have my massive nervous breakdown and LIVE BLOG IT or something. still in the starting-to-be-insane-making not-actually-happening process of making new apartment not so box-style, if you get my drift, plus started a new job immediately after my move to lovely bed-stuy. so, like, i'm busy. i take small breaks at tony, but it's like "normal employee" style breaks now, and not the epic "i hate this job and i will take almost single person who works here into their deaths in a fiery pit of hell given half a chance, even if it means sacrificing myself in the arson" type of "breaks" i was taking at my last job. also, for the most part, i'm avoiding every website i used to pop in on except facebook for the dreaded personal reasons.
but, i do feel guilty for like having such an awesome blog and then abandoning it temporarily and choosing life or whatever, so here, shit, a picture of some retards! having more fun than you are!
i leave you with this: last week (maybe? maybe it was this week? i don't even remember these days), i was going down the a/c/e entrance at 35th. there was an elderly black man leaning against the rail, right above the stairwell, smoking a cigarette and staring off into space. another black man, approximately the same age as the first, comes tearing down the stairs behind me (well, as much as a 70-year-old man can tear). he looks up as he's running and starts laughing, and then yells up to the smoking man, "au revoir!" which was weird enough, except the smoking man looked down, obviously recognized the faux-frenchy, and replied, "oh shit, no you did NOT!" then they went about their separate ways.
i don't know, i just love the idea that "au revoir" was an in-joke they had in 1943 and they're still going strong with it.
but, i do feel guilty for like having such an awesome blog and then abandoning it temporarily and choosing life or whatever, so here, shit, a picture of some retards! having more fun than you are!
i leave you with this: last week (maybe? maybe it was this week? i don't even remember these days), i was going down the a/c/e entrance at 35th. there was an elderly black man leaning against the rail, right above the stairwell, smoking a cigarette and staring off into space. another black man, approximately the same age as the first, comes tearing down the stairs behind me (well, as much as a 70-year-old man can tear). he looks up as he's running and starts laughing, and then yells up to the smoking man, "au revoir!" which was weird enough, except the smoking man looked down, obviously recognized the faux-frenchy, and replied, "oh shit, no you did NOT!" then they went about their separate ways.
i don't know, i just love the idea that "au revoir" was an in-joke they had in 1943 and they're still going strong with it.
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