Admerylous

This and real love, that is.

I also want this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adYbFQFXG0U
AMAZING.

There are lots of stray cats that walk around Prospect Ave. at all hours of the night. I know my neighbors, the family with the amazing garden, personally keep or feed four or so of them. I’m always trying to convince them not to run away and to let me pet them. It never works, they’re cowards.

Once I went out to my car for a hockey game. I had left my windows down because it was so hot outside and what do you know.. laying in my backseat was one of (there are two) fat black cats, taking a nap. As soon as I said hello it pretty quickly freaked out and got the fuck out.

Anyhow, today, finally it all changed. When I was coming back home tonight with Amelia one was sitting in the driveway and actually didn’t run away. Initially it was hesitant and took a few steps away as I went towards it but with the right coaxing (I’m a good animal coaxer) it warmed on up. Good thing I’m also a great animal petter because once I worked my magic we were best friends.

But my abilities have also proven to be a curse. It’s a bit past 4:30 and I just got home from dropping Nate off (lost his bike, too drunk to walk…). There it was, waiting for some more magic fingers. So I sat down and pet it for 10 minutes or so. It was in love with me. I’m hoping it’ll somehow explain to the others that I’m a stand-up guy and they’ll come around and stop running too.

Anyhow, I decided it’s time to call it a night and it tries to follow me inside. Fuckkk. Do you know how heartbreaking that is? Shutting the door in some cat’s face like that? I ran to the fridge to see if I had anything remotely desirable to a cat. Nothing. I walked back to the door to see if it’s still there. Yup. Sitting there, on the porch, nose two inches from the glass door looking into the patio. I couldn’t take it. I went back outside and pet it for another 2 minutes but this time concluded it with some pats on the back and “okay! time for bed! good bye, good night!” Fortunately it understood and left me to go to bed with a guilt-free conscious.

It was amazing. It was like eating a blueberry muffin and drinking a cup of coffee at the same time but way less work. I want another so bad right now.

So, if you comment you get a little monster icon. If that isn’t incentive enough to comment to see what your little random monster is I don’t know what is. You might have to register; I’m not sure about that.
This is mine:
This is Noah’s

This blog will never get any better than this.

Right now it’s 94 degrees outside. I’m not leaving my house until it gets below 90. See you all in about 6 hours.

By the way, Batman fucking ruled.

The other day I was playing this game online with Matt. You take turns shooting little things at each other based on angle, power, wind, etc. I was doing this in my underware. I had some water boiling to make some pasta. After I took my turn I grabbed my pants and started to put them on to put the pasta in.

I then realized I wouldn’t have time to put them on and walk to the kitchen and back in time for my next shot. Naturally I just pulled my pants up half way and ran as fast I could to the kitchen where my roommate happened to be cooking. I thought she worked on Tuesdays. So I spun around, zipped and buttoned my pants and buckled my belt, debated whether or not it was worth explaining why I was sprinting to the kitchen with my pants half on, put my pasta in the water and decided explaining anything would possibly make me miss my turn and I just ran back to my room.

Thursdays are America’s Best Dance Crew night for myself, Nate and Matt. And I guess whoever wants to watch. Sometimes Nate is allowed to miss it if he has work, that is excusable. What is not excusable is Matt for flaking out to go hang out with a girl. Fuck that. Not only that he also bailed on plans to see the new Batman at midnight. Why the fuck would anyone skip on Batman for a girl?

By the way Matt, if you read this, A.S.I.I.D got kicked off. I hope I ruined it for you.

Also they need to replace the couches in that house. It’s kind of funny for me to say that since they are the couches I brought to that house over two years ago before moving out.

The loveseat smells like Max because Max always sat on that one. So it’s kind of gross but it is bearable.

The couch just is awful, though. John once came home drunk from some party. He had stopped at 7-11 on his way back and picked up some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. He sat down on the couch to watch TV and enjoy his ice cream when he passed out with it still in his fanny pack.

I came home to X-Files on TV, John passed out and brown shit all over him and the couch. He never really cleaned it up and then the ice cream grew mold and fungus inside of the cushions. We ended up taking a knife and eventually cutting out a good chunk of the cushion to try to get rid of the smell but it wasn’t all that effective. It still smells like sour milk and body odor.

Nate told me if I covered this slice of pizza entirely with this hot chili sauce he had he’d give me the other half of the pizza for free. Of course I did it and felt like an idiot because my mouth hurt for the next half hour. Whatever, though. I’ve got a free half of a pizza in my fridge.

AYO!!

This is cute. FUCK THE HATERS.