Wow.

What a whirlwind of a weekend!

Here's the cliff notes version...

Friday: Met new personal trainer. Saw Golden Compass (nothing compared to the book). Brand new car broke down AGAIN. Drag king show. Hot girls. Lots of alcohol. Hung out with friends I hadn't been able to hang out with!


Saturday: Dealt with getting rental car (and an obnoxious roadside assistance company). Best friend. Two hockey games. Serious ice storm. Battled uphill to eat and drink a bottle and a half of wine. Got lit.


Sunday: Crazy amounts of ice. Hit dead deer. Got nothing done. Yeah for me!



And that's how I feel about that...

It's true.

Today it occurred to me that I'm becoming a cat blogger. After I returned to the keyboard after throwing up (kidding, kidding) I made a conscious choice to stop talking about them so much. It's sick and unnatural.

I know it's been awhile since I've written and I apologize for that. I've just been busy with the holiday season crushing down on me and all.

After a stellar trip to Chicago (Tegan and Sara, a gay bar called The Closet, fill in the blanks after that) and the very first snowfall of the season - I'm feeling much more grounded.

And, of course, creative. I've spent lots of time creating outside of the online world - drawing, writing privately, decorating, painting... now it's time to write more here as well.

See you all soon.

Fa la la la.... fuck it.

I live in a home with kittens. Not one, but two. Two terrible, ruckus causing, mayhem inducing mofos. They look sweet and innocent, don't they? I promise you, they're anything but.

Today marks the first day (knock on wood) that my Xmas tree has gone and stayed up. We've been attempting this for weeks now. One will climb up the tree, scaling it like it's some large evergreen mountain - and she's managed to break off limbs and, today, knock the entire thing over onto the floor.

This is a seven foot tree. It was covered in lights and tiny breakable ornaments. I was PISSED.

The other, my less than bright bulb, is a chewer. Have you seen the scene in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation where the white Persian kitten electrocutes herself? It would be like that. Only furrier.

They've been officially banished to the bedroom for this month. I would say "problem solved" except they're nocturnal so they torment us for hours on end during prime sleeping hours... pouncing on toes, jumping on faces, smacking around tiny catnip mice filled with loud beads. You know, the works.

Merry Fucking Christmas.

I'm here and feeling quixotic. I'll post something tomorrow - have a lot of thoughts floating around in my head that I'm waiting to solidify.