bonny, insent!
My ex Mike has a NYC apartment that's almost mythically big and lovely. It's in a rent-controlled building (a concept I don't quite understand) so he can afford it by himself. Seems a little old man lived there for like his whole life and 2 seconds after he died, the realtor was on the phone with Mike going, "Quick, man, there are hordes of homeless barbarians at the gate, give me a deposit!"
Dog's fine btw. I know you guys weren't worried but just in case. I mean she's still crazy but not appreciably sicker. Roomie caught me saying, "it's going to be a while before I kiss you on the mouth again." and commented, "But when she ate cat poop, that was OK?"
Laga, IME pets eat insects alla time. 'tis protein.
Congrats to your sister, smonster!
Breathe on people who anger you.
I find this kinda unfunny.
(Cass, stop laughing.)
I'm only going to mock you if it's in English. Translated, I think it's kinda perfect.
Everything's classier in Latin.
And on the pets, we used to have a cat who fancied herself a great hunter who'd catch and eat the crickets in my mother's house. She'd throw them up, but I think it was more because of the legs being indigestible - and sticking her in the stomach - than them being bad for her. Whatever, she lived to be 17+.
I had a cat who could leap up and catch a palmetto bug 5 feet up on the wall, then eat it. The suddenly flying cat was startling, but in the South, a good bugger is valuable.
I suddenly want a tat that says "Don't speak Latin in front of the books." In Latin.
If anyone ever grokked that tattoo you'd have to marry them.
I find this kinda unfunny.
What, did you think I was serious?
If anyone ever grokked that tattoo you'd have to marry them.
I don't think the position is open.