I am sort of annoyed because with the new and improved iTunes, I can’t (yet) strip the DRM from a song to save my widdle life. I wasn’t planning on file-sharing, just streaming it up here.
Oh well, If you like Sugarland, their new single “Want To” is my new earworm of the week. No reason for that. Well, none that I’d share, anyway! 😉
So my best friend calls to say to me, very blase-like and shit, that she just tried to feed her 1-year-old son cat food.
She didn’t mean to — she was looking at the cats and thinking that they should be fed, too. So she went and dipped her hand in what she thought was the Cheerios box and was about to dump it on the kid’s high-chair tray, only to realize just as her hand touched the plastic that it was not human food.
Sad thing is, the boy’s a little eating machine — he probably would have loved it. She reports that the cats were quite pissed off that not only does the child get all the attention in the house, but also all the food. 🙂
Sadder still, for the decade-plus that I’ve had cats myself, if it were me I’m not overly sure I wouldn’t have done the same thing. And for as preoccupied as I always seem to be, I worry that I wouldn’t have noticed my mistake within a reasonable amount of time!
Garfield and friend
Originally uploaded by dcwriterdawn.
Scenes from the backseat of my car. Garfield’s buckled in ’cause I drive like a maniac and he ends up in the front seat sometimes otherwise. 😉 I got him a girlfriend last weekend, a Steelers teddy bear cheerleader. (Oh, the stories THAT can invoke. …)
Note that Big G is wearing a Washington Capitals hat. I have my loyalties — just to different cities!
Anyway, this makes me smile when I come out to my car, even though I want to torch the fucking thing sometimes. (Damn mechanics broke the coolant chamber, so the instrument panel’s all lit up no matter how much fluid I pour into it ’cause it’s always emtpy. Whee.)
It’s interesting to realize people think I’m acting out-of-character when, for once, I am being completely and totally myself.
It took being in a class where I actually got to talk and laugh and interact with the people I normally e-mail/IM to bring me out of my little shell, which I will promptly retreat back into today. I am so out-of-my element anymore — I try so hard to keep my mouth shut and my head down, but it’s so not me to not have an opinion (and a strong one) about everything (one that I cannot help but voice).
I find though that even though I’ve been reining in my veritable Tourette’s syndrome, it’s like it still emanates via body language anyway. I love how we’re trained and encouraged and rewarded to stuff a sock in it — that’s how you get ahead in life, apparently. So, when I get those rare moments when I can be over-the-top, everyone can excuse it as me being passionate. But deep down inside, I know that the real me is still alive and well and waiting for a chance to paint the town.
I’ve missed you, old girl. Hang in there for a little while longer. …