random stuff, bifurcated

Landed in New York. We’re trapped in the plane because U.S. customs “went to lunch.”

My cat is the best cat

things the cat has tried to eat while I’ve been cat sitting:

my glasses

my belt

my shirt

my hand

she purrs while she does it. because she loves me and can’t understand why I won’t let her chew on the shiny/moving things.

I just bought my tickets for Paris & London. *EXCITED* :-D

Whew. I have yet again survived Casually-Racist-Stereotypes-Of-The-Irish Day.

These guys are pretty awesome.

I’m just saying to the people who are upset about their hard-earned tax money going to things they don’t like … welcome to the $@!%ing club.

Everyone, everyone pays for $@!% they don’t want to all the time. You know what? Reimburse me for the Iraq war and oil subsidies and diaphragms are on me.

“

—	Jon Stewart

No, God, I can’t come out and play. I’m WRITING.

A perfect day.

In my house, poking at a novel. My office smells of the baby orange tree on my desk. A fire crackles in the fireplace. A green tea latte is within reach.