fearin' no pooch!

The past few days have been 100% consumed by WRITING LIKE A FIEND to make up for a weekend of total indulgence. Montreal's Dearest, Darlingest Viv is leaving soon to hike the ENTIRE APPALACHIAN TRAIL over the next six months (suddenly air guitar 3x/week doesn't seem so exercise-y), and Saturday was her goodbye bash (even though a series of unfortunate events have prevented her from leaving until after easter). In the true spirit of sending Viv out with a flourish, we kept the party going long after she was sensible enough to go home, and consequently Sunday was spent moving very, very slowly around my brain, prodding here and there with a long stick. It kind of weakens me to think of living on in Montreal without V, so my words here are brief but heartfelt: I will miss you, Sugar Sister! Please don't attach your GPS device to a squirrel! That little red dot on our computer screens will be all we have to cling to!


So you know how I cooked that lasagna last week after having a thesis-related crisis? Well now I am being punished for my evil procrastinating ways! I have eaten lasanga twenty times a day for the last century and I still have barely made a dent in the pan!!! I am in a lasagna purgatory (ha, the first time I spelled that I wrote pugatory. I wish!). I dream lasagna! I see lasagna! I taste lasagna! I AM SO SICK OF LASAGNA! 18 x 9 inches are too many inches for me!!! The worst part is that I switched pork for beef when I was making it, which was not a smart switch, although I saved $0.78. That's three gumballs! Three gumballs and then BACK TO THE FRIDGE BECAUSE THERE'S STILL MORE LASAGNA!

Ok... feeling kind of self-conscious here since apparently no one cares what I had for lunch. But I can't help ranting about this because my pop culture radar tells me that having a big lasagna AND a big orange cat should be a no-brainer, but T has shown very little interest! I guess he knows better than to get involved in my messes. Also, what's funnier than a big orange cat who eats lasagna? THE BIG ORANGE CAT'S CONSPICUOUS ABSENCE! If you haven't already gotten one of The E-mails about it, then I highly recommend that you go discover Garfield Minus Garfield - you won't regret it. And while you read... perhaps some lasagna? I have extra.

Speaking of cats, if you haven't already seen the LOLCat Bible Translation, then you might as well cancel all your appointments and hunker down RIGHT NOW, especially if you are at all schooled in general LOLSpeak!

I iz in teh valli of dogz, fearin no pooch,
bcz Ceiling Cat iz besied me rubbin' mah ears, an it maek me so kumfy. (Psalm 23)

All right, see this picture?

See how my hair is all wavy & nice? I want my hair to look like THAT at will, without too much work. Right now I have two hair looks: straight and up. Actually three, if you want to add my "just had a shower, too lazy for products" Gorgon look. I recently asked D if my hair looks sexy that way and he paused and said, "sometimes." Very diplomatic, that guy. I think my hair looked the way it does in the photo because I had spent hours out in the sun and the summer breeze. Sadly, those aren't conditions that I can willfully reproduce! Help!

-- Off to contemplate baldness