GrrrCat

Last night as I vacantly watched TV, I was again cat slapped by Reggie. I immediately kicked himm outside but then remembered that it was going to rain. No worries- as I was lumbering towards my bed I heard some loud ass cat fighting going on, so I threw on my sweats to go track down my pussy. As I looked for my keys I heard another cat screech and it was definately Reggie. As i swung the door open, his fat ass was coming up the steps. He was absolutely fine, but based on his strange grooming skills, he probably maimed the malnourished and semi-abandoned cat that lives behind me. Good thing, my little prince doesn't have time for those mangy felines. I am proud.

Are you listening?

For some reason or another, life seems better this week. I had a great time this weekend working out this social brain. I also got in two hours of bike riding through the sunlit streets and danced on the town two nights in a row.
Friday I was able to meet up with my grid girls Kristin, Meg, Kristine, and some new guests. We tried out House Kitchen and Bar, and I'd say they are pretty decent except they totally blocked Lady GaGa's Telephone from playing twice. We pretty much left after that. After a rest stop at Cap Garage, we ventured to MIX to find G and hopefully room for dance. Meg, Kristine and I had so much fun dancing and gossiping. Ah, the good old days of bullshitting for a few hours with friends. Makes me miss high school all the more. I pulled a Cindarella and was outskies by midnight.

Saturday was a blur of chores, sun, and walking. In the evening I hung out with last guy to leave me hanging with his girlfriend (ugh) and their decently cute friend who left within 5 minutes becasue he is apparently super strange and an escapist much like myself. Finished off the night by heading to Old Ironsides to see my friend Sarah and the band she promotes called Prieta. They rocked and she forced me to meet all of them before I left. Awesome.

Sunday I rode the bike to Mandi's and cooked her Mac and Cheese and Beercan Chicken. It was JR's birthday so we also snacked on bacon-wrapped hot dogs and chips. We watched the Hills marathon before Mandi and I hung out in the Chick Cave with Crown Royal. She is one classy lady.

I have good news on spawn of satan feline: Reggie is now an outdoor-at-night cat. I think he really likes to be in the dark and it makes the ninja in me so proud and quite happy that I can again pull off a full night of sleep without his furry ass up in my shit and making noise. Now we just have to split our shifts at the apartment so we may live together peacefully.

Holiday!

HOLIDAY.....CELEBRAAATE....HOLIDAYAAAY....CELEBRAAAATE!!

And yes, I celebrated to my limits.

The National Bob Day was recently upon us, and I took advantage of any opportunity to sacrifice human flesh (lungs).

Neighbor Mike and I woke up at 4:10am to meet on our patios and light up separately, and then I lumbered my sleepy ass down P Street so we could share a light, had a sundae I brought over, and then went back to sleep. FYI if you smoke that early you wake up c r a z y. Haha. Not really, but I had very sexual dreams.

Work prevented any further shenanigans until the afternoon. After work I scooted back home to light up. I was dancing around and kicking my cat when Mike hollered over " Hows about some La Granacha for this special day??" YES!!

After preparing herbally for the journey ahead, we enjoyed the peeking sunshine and I wore a dress over pants over rain boots. I dress outlandish anyway, but I felt like a meadow-hippie in my garbs. Mike wore his UC Santa Cruz sweatshirt. It may have just been the day, but the breakfast burrito I ate must have been the best one I ever had there. Perfect pico de gallo, perfect potatoes, perfect eggs, perfect dryish bacon. I loooooved it, and being the Holiday, i partnered this with a giant Coca Cola. We both almost ate the whole monstrocity, but we hesitated as we both needed some digestive aides to handle the food.

Back at Mike's, we were joined by a couple of people we had shared herbage with before. Super nice and random people and we all had a good giggle. After they departed, Mike and I waited for James Franco/Sean to show up, but I lost the drive and cut out to go to sleep before midnight. It was a good day and it really was fun to hang out with Mike all day since he is my local smoking buddy.

I hope everyone who does so had the chance to pay tribute to the best medicine to ever come from Earth. I think.

Chivalry died, but I still think you are an asshole.

Dear Mr. Lobbyist,

When you walk into an office that you have worked with for the past year and then some, it is ill advised to walk into a legislative office and holler at the first female you see. Just looking at me with your jerky eyes and repeating "Monica?" "Monica?". Hey fucktard- right next to my head is my name plate. Just because a girl is sitting at a desk does NOT make her a fucking secretary, pendejo. Also, you have worked with me on legislation before, but I now know you are a dirty little prick and you probably thought I din't earn my position. Also, try communicating with sentences to relay your insignificant message.

Breathe.....just a little anxious as I usually am around the end of the pay period. Mr. Lobbyist, I am reminded that I am a female every time I use my atm card. At the other end is a bank account with nothing in it because pendejos like you gage the pay rates for females. FUCK YOU.

Breathe....

I big Heart you, Taco Bell

As if I could love them anymore than I do.

Last night, after a boozy trivia night with Intern Billy, I came home drunk and hungry as I did not eat dinner. I hollered over to Michael, and he drove us to Taco Bell. As I picked up my nachos and shrimp taco, the server informed me I was to eat the very last shrimp taco in the Sacramento region. HOLY SHIT ITS LIKE MY PERSONAL EMMY!

I totally freaked out because I was drunk and excitable. Mike got Carl's Jr.