2004-05-12

Hello, my boo-boo kittens. I'd be remiss in my linkaging if I didn't mention a few things straight off here. First of all, ooh and aah at the unfortunate placement of this guy's third leg. As for the, um, double genitalia, well, who can complain about that? Let's hope he was Mormon.

Also, a note about the completely not recent Hot or Not phenomenon. I know, by virtue of your presence, that you are a gawker internet geek too. But why why why would people subject themselves to being judged so openly by interwhores? Self esteem is enough of a problem, but to put your mug out there so people can tell you they'd rather look at a puddle of piss, that's too much.

Honestly, those people are begging to get picked up by Fugly.

Which is why I celebrate the arrival of Rate My Kitten and, yeah, I guess I'll give props to the hoodlums of Rate My Puppy too.

Because when THOSE anipals get picked up by My Cat Hates You, they're even cooler than before.

That being said, the past week was pretty intense with the lady friend's family-types in town for her graduation. Children, god damn them. The sound of a child laughing sends shivers through my spine. These kids, cute, sure, whatever, but man oh man could they talk. Which of course halts all intelligent conversation while demanding fake interest and a civility I have a hard enough time displaying with average schmucks.

I'm so ready to spaz on the sidewalk now. Get it out, girlfriend, get it out.

At least there was lots of chocolate cake involved.