grr argh

I need a fucking haircut. It's gotten to the point where all the layers have grown out and I just have 80lbs of moppage on my head. Was going to get it chopped today, but the only appt Habitude has is for 7pm and I'm not sure what my plans for the evening are, yet. So tomorrow at 11 it is. Will survive one more day of this, I'm sure.

I'm trying to schedule brunch with Jeff tomorrow, but he's been frantically busy trying to get moved into his new place. Wah. I missssssss him. We need to take another class together so I can be guaranteed his company on a regularly scheduled basis.

Hobbes is goddamn cute. So when I'm at my desk, he sleeps at my desk. When I go to bed, he moves to the bed. Last night, insomniac-ish and fidgety, I kept moving back and forth. When I got up from my chair, for the last time, to finally sleep. Hobbes lifted his head and gave me the most exasperated look. He let out a melodramatic sigh and grudgingly moved back to the bed. This time settling onto my head in the hopes of keeping me still for a bit.

He really is an amazing cat. My boyfriends always invariably end up loving him more than they love me. I still think the hardest thing for Keith in our breakup was losing visiting privledges. Greg, also, I fear, misses Hobbes more than he misses me. It kind of cracks me up. He threatened last night to steal Hobbes. To which I responded, icily: "Over my dead body."

*clings to Hobbes* In a life full of changes, he is a welcome constant. Okay. I'll stop before I confess that I sometimes serenade him with Sarah McLachlan's Push. Oops.

Moving on.

I need to write up a couple of invoices today. Like getting the money part, hate accounting for the time. Bleh.

Yay for soon-to-be-having Indian Food with Devin. Woop!

Also, want to go pick up a copy of 13 Going on 30, which for some bizarre reason, I absolutely loved. I think it's because Mark Ruffalo's character is the perfect man. The kind of man that only exists in the minds of writers of chick flicks, sure. But he's soooooo cute. And Jennifer Garner is adorable, too.

( Mild spoilers for 13 Going on 30; Love, Actually; and a rant about True Love. )

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Hi. My name is Cat. And I am a comma whore.

whoa

This? Is fucking cool.

Trying to explain to Hobbsie that fish are friends, not food.

[link ruthlessly purloined from brabble]