Well, folks. First and foremost....cat news. Caroline fell into the shower today and got doused with water.
Second: All my friends are moving. Well, like 4, but that's quite a bit. Bitter, party of one my table is ready.
Third: I got a second job helping out in the office of a restaurant group. I love it, mostly because it isn't selling fucking make-up in Beverly Hills. Fuck I hate that job. It may ruin my love of cosmetics. Noooo, nevermind, hand me my new red Pure Matte Lipstick in Vesuvio from Nars. But new job: lunch is free!
Fourth: I actually have plans, places to go and people to see in the next couple weeks. Including a play, a theatre benefit, a film screening, and several birthday parties. It is my goal not to flake.
Annnnnnnd a cat pic. This is not the one that went swimming.
Second: All my friends are moving. Well, like 4, but that's quite a bit. Bitter, party of one my table is ready.
Third: I got a second job helping out in the office of a restaurant group. I love it, mostly because it isn't selling fucking make-up in Beverly Hills. Fuck I hate that job. It may ruin my love of cosmetics. Noooo, nevermind, hand me my new red Pure Matte Lipstick in Vesuvio from Nars. But new job: lunch is free!
Fourth: I actually have plans, places to go and people to see in the next couple weeks. Including a play, a theatre benefit, a film screening, and several birthday parties. It is my goal not to flake.
Annnnnnnd a cat pic. This is not the one that went swimming.
What? Me? An old married lady? You want me back on the ole SG, bot? Ok. Here I am. To astound you with my feats of lurking and occasional cat pictures. I've only gotten more boring in the last year.
Ok, hopefully I'll come back and put in pictures later.
I can finally blog again after Tony got kicked out on week one. It was then I decided to hate Jonathan and the asian ballroom girl whose name sounds like Oscar but isn't. When they got the boot last night, I decided to break my SYTYCD silence. (in order of my love...)
Evan is still my very favorite. He's cute and he dances so well.
Phillip has had a hard time but his fan base is so huge, who cares. I think he's doing better than the judges are saying though.
Ade. He has separated himself from the nameless rabble. He rocks my world.
Brandon has finally started to grow on me. I still think he's not all there, mentally, but shake that ass honey!
I love my hot Haitian, but Vittolio needs to step it up or he is OUTS.
Jason has a little bit of magic to him. But if he is in the bottom again, DUNZO.
Oh Kupono. Thank God you are with Kayla.. I find you charming, but like the folks above you, you aren't top ten material baby.
I can finally blog again after Tony got kicked out on week one. It was then I decided to hate Jonathan and the asian ballroom girl whose name sounds like Oscar but isn't. When they got the boot last night, I decided to break my SYTYCD silence. (in order of my love...)
Evan is still my very favorite. He's cute and he dances so well.
Phillip has had a hard time but his fan base is so huge, who cares. I think he's doing better than the judges are saying though.
Ade. He has separated himself from the nameless rabble. He rocks my world.
Brandon has finally started to grow on me. I still think he's not all there, mentally, but shake that ass honey!
I love my hot Haitian, but Vittolio needs to step it up or he is OUTS.
Jason has a little bit of magic to him. But if he is in the bottom again, DUNZO.
Oh Kupono. Thank God you are with Kayla.. I find you charming, but like the folks above you, you aren't top ten material baby.
In response to toothpickmoe's very one sided coverage of So You Think You Can Dance Top 20, I will cover the men. With honey and......I mean give my opinion about their 'ahem' talent.
But First! Wayne is real cute:
And don't forget Otis:
Ok, the boys of SYTYCD.
What the hell is with all the neck gear? Most of them are wearing accent scarves. I mean dancing is gay but geeeeez.
This is Evan. He does Broadway. And I adore his spirit and general positivity. I think we'd be friends. It was sad when his brother didn't get a spot in the 20, but I guess there is such a thing as TOOOOOO MUCH Broadway. Ask Tyce DiOrio.
Oh Phillip. You have popped and locked your way into my heart and I will love you always.
Brandon, Mia is pissed at you for some reason....is it the empty behind that lackluster smile and those limpid brown pools of...well...eyes? Did you give her 'tude? Because I think you move like cat and I could watch you all day.
But this is Tony.
We are very deeply in love.
He is tall.
Funny.
Nerdy.
And tries sooooooooooooo hard. I hope he can keep up with the trained-since-they-were-five dancers. Otherwise he can come be my houseboy.
Catagory: Who the fuck are these dudes?
oh wait, he might be good, but I can't tell yet.
Haitians are hot.
Call me what you will. I fucking hate Russisan Ballroom Dancers. Ugh.
Two more in the WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? department:
And I'm spent.
But First! Wayne is real cute:
And don't forget Otis:
Ok, the boys of SYTYCD.
What the hell is with all the neck gear? Most of them are wearing accent scarves. I mean dancing is gay but geeeeez.
This is Evan. He does Broadway. And I adore his spirit and general positivity. I think we'd be friends. It was sad when his brother didn't get a spot in the 20, but I guess there is such a thing as TOOOOOO MUCH Broadway. Ask Tyce DiOrio.
Oh Phillip. You have popped and locked your way into my heart and I will love you always.
Brandon, Mia is pissed at you for some reason....is it the empty behind that lackluster smile and those limpid brown pools of...well...eyes? Did you give her 'tude? Because I think you move like cat and I could watch you all day.
But this is Tony.
We are very deeply in love.
He is tall.
Funny.
Nerdy.
And tries sooooooooooooo hard. I hope he can keep up with the trained-since-they-were-five dancers. Otherwise he can come be my houseboy.
Catagory: Who the fuck are these dudes?
oh wait, he might be good, but I can't tell yet.
Haitians are hot.
Call me what you will. I fucking hate Russisan Ballroom Dancers. Ugh.
Two more in the WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? department:
And I'm spent.
Misha gave me four tattoos. They are the fist ink I've ever gotten. They are awesome. Pics when they heal better. I put some up on facebook, but they do them no justice.
EEEEK!!!! YAY!!!!
EEEEK!!!! YAY!!!!
This is Nooks on the right and Nina on the left. Safe at last......full story in my last journal!
Some of you may have heard about my sister's dramatic day in Bozeman MT, so here is the story as I know it. There may be slight embellishments, but those are just for me.
So, my sister lived directly behind the three buildings that blew up due to a natural gas leak. She was getting in her truck when she heard the boom and bricks started raining from the sky. Her truck saved her life. She went to check her house, and all the windows were blown out and on the floor, and there was no sign of the cats. Nina, a six year old Hemingway cat, was not a major concern, but Nooks, the elderly tomcat hasn't been able to jump very well lately, so he needed to be found before the winter storm came and temperatures dipped below zero.
The area was cordoned off as the gas line was still on fire...and still, is I think....so Mollie couldn't get back to her house or her vehicles. The local news had an interview with her pacing up and down the street with her empty cat carrier. She said she really felt like the crazy cat lady character in an apocalypse movie. This is a downtown area in a small town, and there are very few residents, it's mostly just businesses. So she ended up at the City Hall, listening to press conferences and neighborhood rescue committees with the building owners. The basic information they had was the power was going to be out for days, the street closed off and the area evacuated until the gas lines were deemed safe. Mollie contacted animal control, spoke to search and rescue, and finally she told a fireman that she had to go back in for the kitties. At about 4pm someone finally listened and a firefighter named Keven escorted her and her landlord into the debris covered block. She entered the house and Nina was in plain sight, and even made an effort to run around to evade the cat carrier. And dear old Nookses was under the bed. There was no fitting his fatness into the carrier with Nina, so Mollie cradled him tight and Fireman Keven took the carrier and they took off. The house where Moll lives is over a hundred years old, and there is some concern the structure might be compromised, so they were only allowed to be there for a minute. As they came down Main St. everyone was so happy the crazy cat lady found her babies. The crowd at the police line applauded.
There are still quite a few problems to overcome, obviously, but the cats are safe. The rest is just stuff. And homelessness. She might have to find another apartment, and right now everything she owns is probably being snowed on, but mental health has been saved with just the rescue of two little animals. We'll figure the rest out later.
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So, my sister lived directly behind the three buildings that blew up due to a natural gas leak. She was getting in her truck when she heard the boom and bricks started raining from the sky. Her truck saved her life. She went to check her house, and all the windows were blown out and on the floor, and there was no sign of the cats. Nina, a six year old Hemingway cat, was not a major concern, but Nooks, the elderly tomcat hasn't been able to jump very well lately, so he needed to be found before the winter storm came and temperatures dipped below zero.
The area was cordoned off as the gas line was still on fire...and still, is I think....so Mollie couldn't get back to her house or her vehicles. The local news had an interview with her pacing up and down the street with her empty cat carrier. She said she really felt like the crazy cat lady character in an apocalypse movie. This is a downtown area in a small town, and there are very few residents, it's mostly just businesses. So she ended up at the City Hall, listening to press conferences and neighborhood rescue committees with the building owners. The basic information they had was the power was going to be out for days, the street closed off and the area evacuated until the gas lines were deemed safe. Mollie contacted animal control, spoke to search and rescue, and finally she told a fireman that she had to go back in for the kitties. At about 4pm someone finally listened and a firefighter named Keven escorted her and her landlord into the debris covered block. She entered the house and Nina was in plain sight, and even made an effort to run around to evade the cat carrier. And dear old Nookses was under the bed. There was no fitting his fatness into the carrier with Nina, so Mollie cradled him tight and Fireman Keven took the carrier and they took off. The house where Moll lives is over a hundred years old, and there is some concern the structure might be compromised, so they were only allowed to be there for a minute. As they came down Main St. everyone was so happy the crazy cat lady found her babies. The crowd at the police line applauded.
There are still quite a few problems to overcome, obviously, but the cats are safe. The rest is just stuff. And homelessness. She might have to find another apartment, and right now everything she owns is probably being snowed on, but mental health has been saved with just the rescue of two little animals. We'll figure the rest out later.
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