yes it's 3am and no, there's no reason i should still be awake at this time... but apparently my sleep schedule is forever fucked.

i want to talk about the thing i miss the most by living in the house i currently reside in (in duluth, that is):



this is my cat, high as a kite off of his annual christmas catnip. he's pretty much the coolest motherfucker ever. we got him eleven years ago when he was a baby kitten, so he should be acting like an old man right about now, but he's still as tenacious as the day we got him. cats rule. no, fuck that, MY cat rules.

hey, kids in my age group, remember "good burger?" that shit was on tv today, and who should i find to be in it, aside from the delightful kel and the obnoxious kenan? GEORGE CLINTON, that's who. intense. (by the way, if you're ever considering taking a stroll down memory lane by watching this flick, DON'T. take me seriously here.) for the love....


also, if you have any hardcore skeletons in your closet and you're planning on dating me, please don't tell my mother about them before you decide to make your move. it makes things kind of weird three years later, and it also ruins a great cd.