Archive for July, 2008

If you find the height of excitement for your day is scooping kitty litter and watching “Murder, She Wrote” at any point before the age of 63, reassess. And by “reassess,” I mean get hammered and screw someone inappropriate to Nine Inch Nails.

In which life is quietly lived.

In the last 14 days I have: acquired the the most kickass cat (Delacalle breed) in the history of cats*; finally gotten a round, drop-leaf dining table (that was NOT a detested pedestal table), so completing my core furnishing needs; finally retrieved the gigantic TV a friend was kind enough to pass on to me, […]