tengo una gatita

the only time strangers care to say anything to me it always has to do with my height or my wasted-away emaciatedness death body. today, walking down mainstreet a woman says to erik, "hey, why don't you go get this skinny minnie a funnel cake. or an elephant ear." normally i just hear a comment in passing, "whoa you're tall!" which is extremely obvious but why can't people just keep their mouths shut? you wouldn't hear somebody making a comment to a perfect stranger about their morbid obesity. (hopefully.) my sister and i have always gotten crap for our body type and it really can get annoying. JUST so you all know.

but i'm not completely in a pissy mood right now i promise! erik and i got a kitty. she was a stray kitten who clung for dear life inside my boss's van one morning on the way to work in ligonier. she had been hanging around their house for a few days and decided she wanted to go to the book warehouses. sooooooooooo i took her! she's beautiful, and still little, and playful as HECK, and affectionate and cuddly and lovey and she poops and pees in her poop box and does a pretty decent job covering it up and.........erik says she likes bean dip. i love her. she needs a name.

any suggestions on a name for my new kitty?

she's a grey tiger with a lighter little belly.

erik is playing some out of tune radiohead on his guitar. i love this boy.

one more week of work. during the week i have two dates. one with ashley lloyd. one with krystal kalb. woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

alright bye.