16th November 2009

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Should Outside Cats Wear Collars?

I just came upon a too-friendly-for-Brooklyn fat orange cat in my neighborhood. Although he had a creepy manface and cats are generally gross, he rubbed up on my leg so I pet him.

I noticed he had a fancy collar on, so I figured he was an inside cat and should probably be returned…right?

Also, if Lulu got out Lauren would lose her damn mind. Therefore I decided to burn through my Good Deed of 2009 and call the number on his glitzy brass tag.

Apparently manface is an outside cat who roams the neighborhood. And apparently I woke up his “owners” at the late, late hour of 10pm. Harrumph.

Do they only want to be called if the cat is hit by a car?

</curmudgeon>

That is all.

(…for the record, the owners were actually extremely nice and appreciative of my call but I still felt like a spaz and wish I hadn’t wasted my good deed on this scrubby monster)

(…The cat was not a scrubby monster. I hope we meet again.)

(…Lulu is infinitely cuter than this cat)

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10th November 2009

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i love surprises

allthelatestmoves:

And I was so surprised tonight!

My friends are great.

They set up a night for us at The Creek and I was expecting to do an improv show and hang out, but lo and behold:

The Story Pirates performed a story I wrote when I was 9 years old, called “Three freinds in California” [sic] and I had no idea they would be there. I cried harder than when the bus moves on Extreme Home Makeover.

About 15 fabulous Chicago improvisers were secretly invited and we did a super fun set together.

M.A.D. did a hilarious set as well.

Boys Club ended the night with some ridiculous nonsense and it was just the best time ever. I’m hoarse.

My friends are amazing. I am going to miss New York.

This happened and it was fun. My roommate is moving away. Barf.

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