Anyway, Sandy, thank you very much for your sweet comment on my blog! Wow, "brilliance"; I don't think that word has ever been applied to me. :-) And Meow, I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on the subject of forgiveness. I don't forgive my father, for example, for molesting me: although he suffered a shitty upbringing himself, he still knowingly made his decisions. However, I don't let him have free rent in my thoughts anymore, and I've found peace of mind in getting past the mourning for the childhood and parents I should have had.
I sure don't forgive the local radio stations for playing crappy music and having such a limited playlist; Las Vegas radio, while owned by the same corporation, was miles better. The locals are just plain lazy.
I need some food, bad.
9:20 PM
There's a huge trash can by the mailboxes where everyone tosses their copious junk mail, and I saw an Ikea catalog that someone had thrown away. So I retrieved it -- I mean, it was just paper waste. There's a bed in there that's like the top bunk of a bunk bed but without the bottom bunk. It's called a "loft bed frame." So, with the bed elevated, there's a bunch more space in the room. I'm intrigued! I mean, this apartment has nine-foot ceilings, so why not use that space? And I've always liked sleeping on the top bunk anyway. It would open up the floor and almost amount to another room. Plus if I ever move to Manhattan and get a studio apartment, I'll already be prepared. Only con is, my pets wouldn't be able to sleep with me. I'd have to buy a cat tree and put it next to the bed so they could climb up.
*Sigh* So many things and so little money.
Newman's tail fascinates me. I've never had cats before, and he's the only one of the three with a normal tail; the other two's are kinked and short. Newman's tail is very long and elegant and I'm amazed at how flexible it is. It's almost prehensile and much more expressive than a dog's tail.
Missy is such a troublemaker, true to her name ("Alright now, little missy!") If I'm not careful she'll throw herself off my balcony or jump onto my hot stove elements. Gah. She likes to climb into open cabinets but she usually can't get down. She's so crazy.
I despise Avril Lavigne, Laverne, Lasagna, whatever the hell her name is.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 5:12 PM
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