I am out of here soon, whenever the billing finally decides that it has had enough of trying to bill a debit card that doesn't exist anymore. Kind of too broke to be spending money on this right now, especially considering I just got fired for being an ass. Woe is me, etc. Ask for my information if you want to keep in touch with my awesome self. I'll let you know where the cardboard box I will probably be living in is located.
We don't even technically own a female cat but now we have three kittens apparently.
A few days ago this cat was roaming the hallways in our apartment. The dog in the apartment across the hall was barking when my roommate had the door open and the cat got scared and ran under our couch where it's been hiding since. Except today I got annoyed at having not seen the cat so I took a flashlight and was looking around under there to see it. Except it wasn't there. It was in my roommate's closet nursing three kittens. Madness.
If anyone in NYC wants one, two of them are still up for grabs when they're old enough to move out. They're mostly black with white bits. Pictures later probably.
Not the best picture, but I figured bothering a cat who literally just had kittens with a flash was a little mean.
A few days ago this cat was roaming the hallways in our apartment. The dog in the apartment across the hall was barking when my roommate had the door open and the cat got scared and ran under our couch where it's been hiding since. Except today I got annoyed at having not seen the cat so I took a flashlight and was looking around under there to see it. Except it wasn't there. It was in my roommate's closet nursing three kittens. Madness.
If anyone in NYC wants one, two of them are still up for grabs when they're old enough to move out. They're mostly black with white bits. Pictures later probably.
Not the best picture, but I figured bothering a cat who literally just had kittens with a flash was a little mean.
If I don't find some kind of outlet for my emotions soon, I am going to lose my fucking mind.
Moving to Brooklyn in under a week. So I am where I should have been about 8 years ago. This is also an experiment in how long I can put off packing and cleaning. Considering the fact that I am renting a truck tomorrow morning to move all the stuff that can't fit into my car and I have so far packed zero things, it is safe to say "until the last minute". I'm really not looking forward to the inevitable blitzkrieg against the kipple. Shock and awe isn't going to cut it, only total defeat is acceptable. On the plus side, I am really looking forward to finding a bunch of things I had considered lost forever. Mostly though I think I'll find empty cigarette packs and worn out hair ties.
I love this time of year for the weather, but work is crappy this time of year. Also, I think my boss is fucking with us. I've been working longer hours, and more days than usual for this time of year while one of my coworkers has been getting less than 40 hours a week for no apparent reason. What the hell is she up to?
