So I was reading the latest blog entry of my work chum Liz. It was regarding the “Poop Stall” in the building where our office is located. I took this as a sign from above that I needed to get off my fat ass & start writing blogs.
First off, about the “Poop Stall”. For a bit-o-background, you need to read this. Everything she says is the truth (just gotta get this one out of the way – though she did fail to mention that said stall freshness has exponentially improved since the sweatshop on our floor moved out). Another truth is the fact that, in this day & age of all the amazing data available to us on the internet, about what do I go gaga? Poop Stall.
I am sitting here now watching my teen programmin’ while eating chicken pakoras that were just delivered by a nice Russian man with a gold tooth – the same guy who has been here at least 5 times, yet can never seem to find my apartment. Walter Evans (the cat) is behaving very oddly – kinda figgety. Ever since I changed his food (because of his excessive kitty barfing), he has had some crazy energy. He’s 15 pounds of fun!
Speaking of cats, my good friend Doyla’s cat Malcolm died today. He was a cool big fluffy black & white guy. He had a long tail that curled over his back like a Chow Dog. I loved his little fat pink lower lip that jutted out & the fact that his meow sounded like he was saying, “mooooooom”. Malcolm was not overly fond of the grooming, so he was almost always a mess. He often had kitty dreadlocks & bits of flora/fauna about his kitty person. When Doyla first moved in (we were neighbors in Sacramento), I was introduced to Mr. Malcolm by catching him in the act of beating the crap out of my old dog Bernard. He actually ran down the stairs and jumped on poor stunned doggie. Eventually, they found a mutual respect & stopped with the fighting. I am going to Sacramento tomorrow to see her, sigh…
