Turn down your sound (I'd been researching the Carlos-Mencia-steals-all-his-jokes theory, so there is some loud comedian yapping in the background.).

I think Murphy discovered her tongue this day or something. Hehe. It's from a few weeks ago. I am getting more and more sad as the time to take her to my mother's and leave her there approaches. I'm going to miss this little shit.

I should mention: try not to let the cute SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.

Tonight at work, there was a cockroach that was two inches long.

On my walk home, there were two cars labeled CORONER, a guy with a camera, and a reporter.

At home, there was my kitten shut in the linen closet.




Oops. :/

ETA: http://www.knbc.com/news/13478833/detail.html

Memorial Day, and I've been shooting a film for three of the past four days. Here it is the night of the holiday, finally, and all of my friends are done partying or barbecuing or don't live in this damn city. I feel alone even though I guess I'm working and that's good but fuck if it isn't hard sometimes. Finals are here for the school kids, so I'm juggling substituting -- provided there are jobs as the year wraps up -- with assloads of finals-panicked tutoring and starting this new job at Whole Foods which, again, is good, but worries me because I need to be doing these other things and I don't want to seem like a schedule-fucker-upper right off the bat. And tonight I finally found where the kitten has been shitting and peeing, which is not in the litter box yet, and that didn't make me happy and then I knocked over my bamboo which means a lot of water all over the place. I just want to go to happy hour with my girlfriend and have a beer and say 'War sucks but here's to the soldiers anyway' and finish it too fast and order another one too soon and go home early and fall asleep trying to make efficient use of the evening by watching a movie while cuddling on the sofa. Instead I'll just clean up poop and pee and hair and let my holiday fizzle out.

Here are some kitten pictures.

I went home last weekend and watched my sister open a lot of presents.

Oh, and I went to Joshua Tree with Tea Boy the other weekend. He is now gone to New York.

I think about eljaying everyday and everyday it seems a daunting task and I make myself feel unworthy and I don't know why because it's my own fucking journal.

I'm doing a lot. Life is good, I know. Some days I still...

*wallow*.