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2000-07-02 - 02:20:53

So I am sitting in the comfort of my house. The house I own. The dishwasher is running and I fertilized the front yard today because it looks really pathetic. Lucy is shut up in the kitchen for now because she was trying to claw holes in my pantyhose.

I went to my folks' house today and saw their cat, Hannah, for the first time since we got Lucy. Hannah's not *that* old, I think she's about six, but compared to little bitty Lucy, Hannah looks HUGE. It was like Godzilla stomping around their living room or something.

I watched "Survivor" for the first time this week; I should've started watching it earlier. It's pretty interesting. Rudy, the Navy SEAL guy, graduated from high school in Rochester. Yay us.

I don't think I've mentioned it before, but since about mid-May, when my health issues began to surface, I've lost about 10 pounds. Combination of walking and eating healthier, I guess. (It's so nice living somewhere where there's a lot of stuff in walking distance.)

I'm very happy it's a four-day weekend. Yay for floating holidays. The town where we now live has a big huge 4th of July celebration that pretty much lasts the entire weekend; I went about twelve years ago with my at-the-time boyfriend who is God-knows-where at this point. (He shares his name with an MTV VJ, so I always kind of snicker when he's on the screen.) I wonder if he wonders what I'm up to. I wonder if he has Internet access and if he's seen this site. If you're out there, and you're reading this, I have one thing to say: If you really felt like you wasted three hundred and sixty-four days with me, you could have broken up with me first.

That was Rambling Messages to an Ex-Boyfriend. Now back to our regularly scheduled rambling.

The dishwasher has stopped and Lucy is quiet. I suppose I should put my bag o'carrots back in the fridge, but that would probably get her cranked up again. I don't like keeping her shut up, but when your cat's favorite pasttime is sitting on your lap and randomly lunging for your face, you have to protect yourself every once in a while.

 

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