so a cat just climbed up to my second floor deck from... the river? it's soaking wet.

throw it back

You gotta have an old towel lying around... help a brother out. It's cold out there dammit.

oh yeah, he was already in a towel in my bathroom when i posted that.

now rivercat's sitting on my lap.

http://mediamatters.org/mmtv/201104250034


welp, i guess this is all done!

excellent

Funny because its true.

Particularly the bro'isms. Backwards hats = perfect.

Felicitations!

At Coachella, there was a guy whose glasses were smudged. Being that he had no shirt on, he used the next best thing to clean them up -- pulled on his boxers from underneath his shorts and cleaned them right up. I must add that he had to really shove his hand way up to pull that bad boy out.

To bank on the "bro" comment above -- a male friend was offended that I called him "dude". "Don't call me 'dude' -- I hate that word! Call me 'bro' -- it's so much better." Whaa...? I'll call you 'dude' and you'll fuckin' like it!

Back row, L-R: Chrissie Hyde (from the Pretenders), Debbie Harry (from Blondie), Viv Albertine (from the Slits), Siouxsie Sioux (from Siouxsie and the Banshees)
Front row, L-R: Poly Styrene (from X-Ray Spex), Pauline Black (from the Selecter).

Poly just looks sweet.
She has a sweet face. You would never place that face with a song like "Oh Bondage..."

Rest In Vinyl

http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2011/0 ... -in-vinyl/

First time I read this, I read it as:

so cats just climbed up to my second floor deck from... the river? it's soaking wet.

It really made the succeeding posts seem weird thinking that catswilleatyou was with you.

Though I've come to expect this from Lynch.

Proceeds from the sale of this shirt go to the Cary Leiter-Weintraub college fund:
I LOVE CHEESE!

that would be an obner scandal right there

How are things with your very own cat?

i think (hope) he's doing alright. he'll have spent eight and a half hours alone in my apartment by the time i get home. i'm hoping he hasn't clawed the rabbit through the bars of his cage.

my dog is at my parents' house, though. i didn't want to chance leaving them alone together.

and thanks to small town newspapers, the found ad won't be printed until next week.

Poor kitteh. Sounds like you can't keep him, then?

i'd like to see if someone lost him first.

i can't say i was looking for a cat. like, at all, but i wouldn't put keeping him past myself if no one is looking for him.

Anxiety Attack. Hooray!

wait...cat? rabbit? wtf? nicole atkins?
i gotta call you.