this is what the little fellas looked like

t.b.i.m.f.m. december whatever year 0

so its monday. ewww. i had a fairly lousy weekend filled depression such that i was rarely out of bed. i'm glad however that i decided to go to jim gaffigan at the palace theater. i really was going to cancel but thats $42 dude..... so i went and it was hysterical beyond hysterical. the topics covered were - bacon, laziness, camping, waffle house, ketchup and of course hot pockets and the holidays.

a riot.

outside that life sucks and blows if you can figure that out.

still dreading the holidays. it makes me physically ill thinking about it.

went to the grocery store yesterday (had to go to giant eagle as i didn't wake up till 6:00 p.m) how do you go in for a few items and shoot a wad of cash? redic. and looking back what the hell did i get? surely there were not lobster tails in the bag.

soooooooooooooooo thursday i volunteered to pick up some kittens from a lady and take them to lakewood animal shelter......... of course i didn't realize she lived deep deep deep in the ghetto.. like scary ghetto like borded up doors and windows. her house had no front door just a giant plank of wood with padlocks all over it. windows borded. driveway inaccessible. gate locked. so i get there and no one is answering the phone i'm trying to call and say i'm outside could you come out. and the lady was uber hillbilly she didn't even have summer teeth she had NO TEETH and she and her daughter and handing me the carrier with the kittens in it- mind you we're standing about 5 inches from each other and the mom starts yelling at the daughter like gunblast yelling and without teeth there was saliva so i had to say "hey how bout lets not yell.... we're all standing right here lets not scream to one another" ugggggggggggggggggggggggg jesus. so i took 'em and when i got there at the lakewood shelter there was an adult cat there whom i fell in love with and promised to come back and get him so when i went back to get him - he gone. he was just adopted that morning. damnitt. so that was my field trip to the ghetto. uncool.

---- the security guard here at the liberry doesn't speak to me. even if i speak directly to him. weirdest thing. but in the grand scheme of things who the fuck cares.

------so that said i'm outty

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