peculiar kitty behavior

My cat is a strange character. He'll run around and play all night long, while I constantly try to get him to sleep. All day, he'll curl up next to me on the couch and snooze, when I'd be happy to play the rolled up sock game or the feather on a stick game all day long. He's terrified of the bathtub (because, really what cat likes taking a bath?) but when i'm in the shower, he'll sit on the edge of the tub and watch me shower and then hop in and play with the mat once I turn the shower off. What a wierdo.

I miss Williamsburg. A lot. I've never spent the summer anywhere else, and its wierd. Really wierd. However, Brad and i did find an awesome park that I didn't know existed. Now all we need is Sno to Go and Pierce's and Peking and I might be satisfied.

I hate being poor. I'd kill for a sushi dinner and a night at the movies without worrying about how much any of it costs. When I lived at home, all of my income was disposable. I didn't worry about a thing, cause I didn't have any real obilgations. Now, i'm always worried and always on the edge of broke. It is for sucks.

Is it horrible that my apartment is so messy that I would literally be embarassed if anyone decided to come over, but I've spent all day reading a book and watching the food network? I just couldn't clean. I don't know why.

'ello poppet...

Long time no blog. I've finally returned to the world wide web, after a long hiatus due to poverty and an absentee roomate who dosen't want to help out with anything ever. Living alone is lonely sometimes, but I got cable today and Brad and Sharon come over whenever they please, so I'm not so lonely.

I have the coolest cat of life. My little Charlie. Right now he's curled up on one of my shoe chairs, completely passed out and oblivious to the world. He's the cutest. I heart him.

So if anyone in the blogosphere heads through my burg, feel free to give me a call and come and visit and have some cheap beer and meet my cat.