This is done.

I proposed to my girlfriend on Monday, July 7th. As of approximately nine-thirty PM on that day, I am engaged to marry the love of my life, Catherine Ann Wheatley ( Read more... )

You know what? Our cats love each other.

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My roommate also obtained a cat. He is an orange tabby. He was named Skwisgaar Skwigelf, in honour of the world's fastest (fictional) guitarist from the aforementioned show created by Brendan Small and Tommy Biancha. We prefer to call him Skwigi, or Skwigggles.

Well, I prefer that name. My roommate sometimes calls him fuzzlebutt, or cutiepoo, or ( Read more... )

I have a cat. She is a grey short-hair with white paws. She has been dubbed Toki Wartooth, in honour of Brendan Small's brilliant fucking creation, Metalocalypse.

The people at the adoption agency from which we obtained Toki told me she was very close to a "Leader" by the feline personality test, and was an assistant.

This is her:

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Here comes the train, not like ( Read more... )

Here I am in a motel room in Texas sipping a fairly bland tasting Seagram's Bahama Mama cooler, and feeling pretty cozy, pretty nice. I am working a contract with the Army, deploying PCs at Fort Hood for my company. It is giving me headaches, this contract, but I'll get by ( Read more... )

I was surprised-outright amazed-to hear someone, as an adult, say to me, on the bus, after I accidentally stepped on her foot, "Excuse you."

What? Seriously? Am I on a public bus, or am I in the halls of a fucking high school, again? Honestly?

For one thing, it's a Goddamned bus-specifically, a crowded one-so what do you expect? You get your ( Read more... )

I am spent. Empty. This past week has taken everything. I am only left to fold laundry.

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( I wrote this, aren't I special? )