Caterwauling

On a complete whim, I just bought a beige suede jacket that screams “Flower Child!” It’s very Janis Joplin or Joni Mitchell — it’s got neat criss-cross stitching on the bottom of it and along the sleeves, and it ties in two places in the front with long beige strings. I spent way too much on it, but I love it.

Lately, people at work have been commenting about how different I look. Yeah, I’ve actually been putting on makeup and doing something with my hair once in awhile. I stopped getting my nails done, though, so I am trying to wear stuff with pockets so I can hide them. 🙂 I’ll get back to it soon, but I just haven’t had the time to actually sit in a chair for an hour and get them manicured.

I’ve been revisiting my black clothing a lot, and I bought a lil medieval-inspired black top today just for giggles. And I also purchased one in red, because I’m just ridiculous like that.

I felt like I was dressed for a funeral last night, in my all-black outfit (save for a white collar and cuffs) to go to some photography showing at Vida in D.C. (The bar was decent, as was the photography, but it wasn’t a memorable experience, by any means). Shawn invoked my status as his interim “boyfriend” to accompany him and his roommate and his girlfriend out for the evening. Long story short, he actually had the hostess refund our admission price, as we were supposed to get food and a drink in our admission price, but we had neither. The bartender actually refused to honor the drink coupons because he ran out of whatever vodka they were promoting that night. WTF? I did buy a round of drinks, although it took them — and I’m not kidding here — 25 minutes to go find a fucking bottle of amaretto for my drink. E. Gads. And they didn’t even use the top-shelf variety either, and the bartender *only* made me pay $10 because I waited so patiently. Pfft.

I wrote a review about the experience on the Washington Post. In a few hours, you can click the Vida link in this post and go see pretty much the same shit I just wrote here. 🙂

We had dinner at Thai Tanic afterward. I tell ya, I can’t eat the spicy foods like I did before my surgery. My meal set my mouth on fire, and I drowned it in much water and in the uber-sweet Thai iced tea, which had more sweet cream in it than a cow in a sugar cane field. I like to refer to my entree as Bad Pad Thai. 🙂

OK, I am going to kill my other kitty, Maddie. Earlier, I alluded to the fact that Kadi had the runs between the litterboxes. Right this second, Maddie took a dump and just dragged her ass across the carpet — and it’s a chunky trail. Fuck around. Well, I need to go AGAIN to go clean up cat shit.

Anybody want some free pussy? Ya got three to choose from!!!!!!!!

I just cleaned out the litter station (20 pounds of poop, I kid you not!) and was in the bathroom drying my hair when Kadi (aka Short Bus Cat) went into her box and decided to have diarrhea. The problem? She missed the litterbox entirely, so there’s a good two pounds of runny, slimy shit on my rug. So I must clean it immediately. But first. …

Must. Kill. Cat. Now. …

I haven’t answered the questions in awhile, and while this week still ain’t worth it, well, I’m just tryin’ to kill time before I scrub my butt and head over to the insane asylum Veggie Patch.

1. What vehicle do you drive?

Pontiac Sunfire, 2002, indigo, coupe.

2. How long have you had it?

Two years on Oct. 12. My dealer told me I will go down in history as the first person to buy a car without knowing how to drive — I had to have my mom take two buses with me to get to the dealership so she could drive it home. 🙂

And now she drives the same damn car, only hers is a 2004 and has that XML satellite radio. I’m so jealous! 🙂

3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?

I’m all about the sunroof, but I think what I liked most when I bought the car was 1. the color, and 2., the way, when I brake (which is a rarity), the word Pontiac lights up just above my license plate. Gas mileage is pretty good, too. And that it’s tiny and fits into any parking space. And that because it’s small, it’s easier to cut people off when I’m feelin’ the need for speed.

4. What is the most annoying thing about your vehicle?

That people keep slamming their doors into mine. Motherfuckers.

Also, when I’m listening to a CD and it goes back to song one, it jumps past the first two minutes of the song. And the ignition doesn’t always start on the first try. And that I smoke too much, so the inside windows are always in need of cleaning.

5. If money were no object, what vehicle would you be driving right now?

I’m hardly a car elitist. I bought the one I wanted. But I might want a Mustang or a Mitsubishi in my next life — I’ll probably always have a sports car.

On second thought, I want some big-ass Hummer or something so that I can retaliate against all those assholes in huge vehicles who tailgate me at night and shine their headlights into my car. That bugs the shit outta me. Big cars try to bully my little Samantha Jones and attempt to make her scared for her life because she’s so small. Bastards.