no rapture, no pleasure, no exquisite sin greater than…a three-weekend.
i needed this like you wouldn’t believe. with Old Cuntrag at work getting on my case about every trivial thing that has virtually nothing to do with me personally & everything else in the free world contributing to a week-long headache/nausea-fest three days free from work was a godsend. a godsend with alcohol.
i can’t pinpoint each and every awesome thing that happened; just that it involved all my favorite people in the world, lilacs, amuserings in various forms of entertainment, liberal helpings of various kinds of liquor, and sleep.
also, i never watch tv, right? i’ve turned it on for actual tv purposes about once in the last 5-6 months (last night being the first in a forever), and this generally anti-television behavior has caused me to miss out on a pretty freaking awesome show. seriously, it’s good shit. which i never would have even had a clue that it ever existed — on fox, no less — had the boy not suprised me with the series dvd saturday. i like suprises.
in other news, lola is trying to kill every other thing in the apartment. she’s attacked scooter’s clovers, she’s repeatedly trying to electrocute stella by knocking over the uv light into her tank, she’s been trying to starve out niamh, she’s been attacking scooter in her sleep, she tries to gnaw off the boy’s extremeties, and she’s trying to suffocate me in the mornings. i tell you, i have one deviously evil — yet unbelievably adorable — pussy. now, to figure out what to do about the stella situation, as it is most pressing…
