Finally!
An agenda I can completely support.
Sister Unity reads the Gay Agenda.
The Chiffon Revolution is coming. You have been warned.
A few comments on my trip north
1. maiandra rocks.
2. Her cats are complete sluts.
3. OMG peanutbutter sex mousse!
4. Byebye to Sahari and San Jose Metaphysical. *pout*
5. We really needed a video camera to record Quid’s love affair with Twinkies.
6. and I got to witness Quid’s wedding to trip and a half at the bar. What a lovely couple.
7. What the hell is it about MoFi that attracts so much eyecandy? It really oughta be OMFGHOTPEOPLEfilter.
8. I want to look like Medusa when (or maybe that should be if) I grow up.
9. Two of the Monkey boys at the bar were not all that far from being kidnapped. Too attractive for your own good, gentlemen.
10. Faghag instincts still intact. “Hey, he’s nice eyecandy… wait, what username? DAMNIT!”
GRRRR
A couple hours ago, someone tried to drown a cat in our swimming pool. There are no lights around the pool area, so I was unable to see who it was. There was a loud splash as something dropped into the water, and then a cat screaming and splashing with a couple of bursts of poorly smothered laughter. I knew it was none of our cats, as they’re all in the house. But someone was abusing an animal, so I jumped up to run out there. Once I was no longer hidden behind the computer monitor, I was plainly visible in this lit room to whomever was out there. By the time I ran to grab a flashlight, turned on what exterior house lights there are, and went charging out the door, whoever it was had run. I heard the retreating footsteps. I went out to the pool anyway, but the cat was also gone. A large puddle of water and a wet trail led over to the fence, and doubtless over it to the neighbor’s yard.
I have no idea who it was out there tonight. But they’re real fucking lucky that they were gone by the time I got there.
And I’ll have something to remind me of it for a little while. I leaped down the stairs a little too enthusiastically. Nothing serious, just hurtful enough to be annoying. I managed to pull a muscle. And, of course, the joints has been hollering at me, “Hey dumbass, you’re arthritic, remember? No more bounding down stairs three at a time!” So between these pains and the fact that someone was abusing a cat, I am bent right the hell outta shape right now.
As for who, well, after a confrontation with a neighbor in the early evening, I have my suspicions. Because apparently, our cats that never leave our yard are responsible for his inability to control his dogs. Asshole.
