IMDB doesn't have Wedding Crasher Vince. But they have Old School Vince. And Clay Pigeons Vince. Neither of which I saw. My eye isn't subtle enough to pick up the bloat in Wedding Crashers-- he looked normal to me.

Rosie is the orange short-hair and Gilda is the orange & white medium-hair. They're 7 month old sisters.

I've rarely run into female orange cats. They are cute! ( edit: well now, THAT was fucked up... Let's try again later.)

Many hairball treats have been shoved into Devi. Hopefully, that'll fix the barfing.

I've been reassured (not that it was needed) that not going to a party tonight was a good call. Got to see the friend who was leaving (and it going to said party) and basically, it was oh so clear it was not going to be my scene at all tonight. It was flattering though. A friend of hers who drove down from Pennsylvania was flirting with me and trying to cajole me into attending.

But anyway, now I'm back home and doing the laundry the cat barfed on and the coat that now reeks of pot smoke from friend's apartment.

Apparently I ruined some guy's (okay, another instructor's) New Year's by messing up his lip on Wednesday. But he has fragile lips, and I have pointy elbows. It's so not my fault.

gr! dvd burner has been all irritatingly crashy. but Billy Collins is on my radio!

Hmm, I wonder what on earth you are listening to...

(I've got the same on. Except for certain shows that actively annoy me, the radio stays on public radio pretty much all weekend.)

I love Billy Collins. The lanyard poem is okay, but I love the Trouble with Poetry.

Good lord, sara! Flirting?!??!

Hey, it's been known to happen. And sometimes I even notice it. I wasn't flirting much back, mostly just laughing really hard.

HAH! I conquered the timer for the lights in the stairwell. It was all fucked up and those stairs are dangerous in the dark.

cutiepie flirty saracakes.