Wednesday, December 27, 2006

classic kt moment.

I have a date tonight, but due to the bad cell phone reception I get at work, I have absolutely no idea who it is with.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Fine. I'll solve my own damn problems.

My apartment doesn't have heat, or cable, it rarely, if ever, has water pressure (sometimes, there's actually no water) and I kept bitching and moaning and trying to settle for a relationship in which someone (anyone) would provide heat/cable/running water for me. But that hunt, my friends, is officially over! (No, I didn't find someone to date me. Seriously now.)

I joined a gym!

Each cardio machine has a flat screen tv attached to it, the heat works, and the showers work. I have all the Sportscenter and Carolina games I've ever wanted. And no, I am not above standing still on an elliptical trainer with a bag of cheetos for an entire basketball game.

Its the best solution ever. We are in a legally binding committed relationship. What's even better, is that the gym can't ask me about my feelings, I can't find his last girlfriend on the internet, and I'll never have to explain to the gym that making out with his best friend was an honest-to-goodness accident, it could have happened to anyone, and I don't see why he's still so mad.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

If it moves, I'll adopt it.

Someone in our backyard is eating Moby's organic chicken/duck/flaxseed/oatmeal/fresh cranberry cat food that I put outside for the stray kitty I found last week. However, I haven't seen the stray kitty again since I started feeding it, raising the question that plagues the mind of every serial animal adopter. "Am I feeding an adorable hungry kitty cat, or a less adorable, but equally hungry giant rat?"

I guess I'll know for sure when I go out back and find a rat with a shiny coat, clean teeth, and a well-functioning urinary tract.

Also, we feed our cat organic chicken/duck/flaxseed/oatmeal/fresh cranberry cat food. These are all foods that I do not eat because they are too expensive. There's a double standard here in Brooklyn.