So, the raccoon is not only still living in my house, it just crawled into my basement right near my feet as I was typing on the computer.

my brother took it into the backyard.

It was a cute raccoon, but needless to say, I'm a little caught off guard.

Oh, and the raccoon situation has been sorted out. Turns out, there was a hole in the roof so the critter was coming in and out and wasn't actually trapped in the crawl space. I'm glad because I was extremely concerned about that.

( Crap about my weekend in Delaware. Read if you care. )

So I get home tonight and find cops waiting at my front door. Of course I expected something major - turns out, there's a raccoon trapped in our crawl space and for some unknown reason, 311 (NYC information hotline) sent the police over instead of animal control. And of course, the cops tell us "You should have called animal control". Duh ( Read more... )

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Only 5 more years till I hit 30. That's frightening.

Originally I was going to post the lyrics to 5 Year Plan by H2O in my LJ for my 25th bday, but I'm in such a great mood right now I'm not going to.

I gotta admit, the last several years have been great for birthdays.

I'm home.

California, here I come.

(right back where we started from?)

I'm late on this ( Read more... )

I am so fucking scared right now.

I hope its not true... but I have a really, really bad feeling.

(for the record, this actually has nothing to do with my last entry at all)