sitting here, pre-work, wanting to stay home. isn't that the way it usually goes? one of these days i'll have a job i actually enjoy…

for those of you keeping score, clyde has begun her morning wake-up calls again. she walks around the entire house making little meow sounds, driving me absolutely crazy. it's been pissing me off to no end. i get up, dump food in her bowl that still has food in it, and try to go back to sleep.

me: here clyde…food. fuck you.
clyde: meow…whatever, fucker. you'll do whatever i say!
me: damn it.

the story of my life.

i've also come to the conclusion that i am completely incapable of asking a girl out in any sort of effective manner. once again…the story of my life.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day
sonic youth – genetic
a semi-rare b-side from the dirty era. damn good.

now i have to go to work. damn it. the story of my life.