Shit. I just found the damn mix CD that I made for the S/O way back when. He thought he had lost it but honestly, I think a certain someone made sure it was conveniently placed where he couldn't find it. Sort of like my goddamned VIBRATORS except I was lucky that at least the CD was found. I had a weird dream a few days back that I was suing the bitch for throwing out the vibrators and nipple clamps. I woke up laughing my ass off because, christ, can you imagine informing the whole court exactly what the value is on your black rubber weighted nipple clamps? Actually, I lie, it wasn't a few days ago, it was like last night or the night before. Probably last night because the night before, I slept like SHIT. The No Name (No Name Goddamn Cat, if you want to get formal) Cat kept trying to get into the bedroom (we have to sleep with the door closed at night and my fear with having the cat in there is that he will shit in the bedroom). At one am, my paranoid ass wasn't sure if the pounding throughout the hallway and at the door was the cat or a novice serial killer with a balance problem so I woke the S/O up to, uh, investigate. Alas, it was the cat and the rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, at least when I wasn't telling the No Name Goddamned Cat to shut the hell up.

I love my cat, don't I? I must, the little fucker escaped AGAIN today via an open window and got into the backyard (there are places where rabbits have got under the 6 foot chain link fence where he could get out) and I had to chase his ass around the yard for a good four minutes before I got him. This is the third or fourth time this cat has got out since we moved in over a weeek ago. Then I bring the bastard back in the house and he proceeds to hiss at the dog and run under the bed for twenty minutes. Talk about your ever-loving gratitude. Speaking of the cat (and dog and backyard), I have a thing over here that has pictures of well, the cat and dog and backyard, mostly, but a few other things and more shall be added at a later date.

Dad is so nice, he went to Circuit City today and bought Mom a 200 dollar palm pilot. Too bad she can't even turn on her cell phone... but still, it's the thought that counts. I wish I had two hundred bucks to go blow on random gifts for my spouse, signficant other. As soon as I start selling the LP's that were in the attic on Ebay, I will have some extra money though. Besides, I got two hundred big ones for the writing desk and knick-knacks so I can't complain. Damn, it so so damned warm outside, I could die. Not in a bad way, mind you, it's been about forty all week and now it's 71 and gorgeous. I am craving a mint julep in a huge way. I suppose in all theory I could just make one but it never tastes as good. I have no clue what's for dinner, we may go out or I may grill some chicken breasts. No clue as to whether or not my stalkers will come forward or not. It'd be nice if they did but eh, people are generally fuckups and would rather hide than do something as simple as sign a guestbook. Anyway, I have better things to do like go to the hospital tomorrow to see Julie's brand new baby boy. Yeah, that's kind of cool and I'm sure there will be some pics of that. I can't believe little ol' Julie, all 110 lbs of her, actually carried to term (past it!). It'll be a gas to see her again, that much is for sure.

before & after