lots of people look at me like i am crazy when i say this, but i am sooooo ready for summer to be over. and i don’t mean that “labor day weekend is over so summer is over” over. i mean, OVER. i want fall. normally, i enjoy summer right up until the end. we have some pretty beautiful septembers around here. and i really do like wearing as little clothing as possible. however, it’s been way way way too sunny and way way way too warm for my liking this summer. i live here so that i can avoid temperatures above 75 as much as humanly possible. and this week, it’s supposed to be in the upper 80’s. even into the 90’s!! by societies traditional definitions of what makes a good summer, this has been an excellent summer. by jodi’s definitions… no.
i want darkness and wind and tress changing color and cozy and cuddly and … did i mention darkness? i get so much more done at night. i’m a night person. i’m tired of my stuffy little casita and have all those fans running all the time.
i wish i worked nights. mmmm…. darnkness.

it’s official. pru is not not fat. shmecky brought it to the table, judes second the motion, and after a vote, it’s been determined that pru is actually FLUFFY, not fat. really people, pru was engineered in a lab, to have the xtra fluffiest tummy, a kind of fluffy that cannot occur in nature. that’s why her vet was so confused. even though he is my uncle, i am not allowed to tell him of pru’s top secret powers. xtra fluffiness being one of them.
exhibit a: i know you’ve seen it before, but …. she was such a cute kitten!!

and the tummy has only gotten fluffier since. she sleeps like that all the time. i’ve tried over and over to get a picture like that again. now that she’s bigger and fluffier. but she’s sneaky. and she flips over JUST as i take the shot.
she’s feeling much better. for about 36 hours, i think those vaccinations made her feel crappy. she wasn’t very snuggly, she didn’t sleep with me, on the bed or even the window for two nights. which is odd. but yesterday she started feeling better. she hopped up on the couch with me and plopped down right on top of the book i was reading. that’s my girl.

do you remember that scene in buffy… season five, in which glory RIPS the wall off tara and willow’s dorm room, to find willow, puddin’ headed tara, buffy and dawn inside eating sandwiches? the entire exterior wall…. their something story dorm room is exposed to the world. i wish i could do that to my apartment tonight. it’s a very cool summer and dark summer night out there. i would love to have that cool and dark in here. there is more than breeze… there is practically wind. it’s delightful. but my easy bake casita is stuffy. blah. i should live in a garage.
pru and i did not have a good day yesterday. i had the day off, and i had many things to do. at nine, i took lola the sparkling gold princess comfort cruiser to the dealer, to get one of my prepaid oil changes. they were supposed to be done at 9:45, so i could make my 10:10 dentist appointment. at 10:15, they were explaining to me how my front brakes were metal on metal, and why didn’t i come back, tomorrow, with $220+ and leave lola with them all day, so they could fix it. great, fine, i think i have $220 in change in my sofa cushions. i so do not have that money. blah. then, i got a filling. my first since i was a little kid. and you know what? while not excruciatingly painful, it’s not at all pleasant. i was well on my way to crabby. shanti, my ‘waxing artist” was doing my brows, and i was explaining to her why it had been so long, and one thing lead to another, so i sorta explained to her how the IRS wants my blood. now shanti feels sorry for me too.
last but not least, i had to take pru for her 1 year well-kitty checkup with her vet, my uncle. you simply cannot beat free vet care. you can’t. wait, you can too, free AND first rate vet care. my uncle has a pet peeve, so to speak, with fat pets. with good reason. most people have spent far too much time watching disney movies, and sleeping with stuffed animals. they think that a fat, rolly polly pet is a happy, healthy pet. and it just ain’t true. this is especially the case with bunnies. and my uncle does a lot of bunny care. in reality, a healthy bunny would seem a bit skinny to us. anyway, pru did NOT enjoy her trip to the vet. she HISSED repeatedly at the vet tech who was trying to give her a pedicure. i was so surprised, because baby kitty is such a fastidious groomer, you would think she’d enjoy getting her nails done. not so. then my uncle came in and pronounced her OBESE. and her mood quickly deteriorated even further. he even wrote the word in her chart.
first of all, pru is not obese. she is BARELY on the tubby side, maybe. i’ve seen fat cats. i’ve owned fat cats. my cat is not obese. luckily, i have installed the nelson family filter, and i am able to process this piece of information accordingly. once, after recently taking the B in for a checkup, i told my aunt that she was pronounced FAT. and she said, of course she’s fat… they’re ALL fat. so ok, pru is in danger of being fat. that’s what it really means. and it means that the next time i buy pru chow, i will get the kind for cats who need to watch their figure.
pru was pissed. i told my uncle that he should have started the exam by saying how pretty she was, so, in concession, he spoke of how remarkably intricate and beautiful the faces of tabby cats were. nice save. didn’t help. pru has been pissy the last 24 hours. i also think the vaccinations made her feel poopy. my mouth was sore and she felt poopy.
it wasn’t our best day.

hello!
multi-tasking. eating my sammich and blogging. it’s lunchtime and i’ve got a sammich from the fresh market and a peach snapple ice tea. can’t beat that, can you?
problem is, i have no good stories for you today. that’s not to say that the stories i tell the other days are especially good. but in my own, delusional mind, they are at least entertaining. to me.
shoot. what should i do? should i make something up? should i tell you a good story from the past? or should i crash on the beanbag chair and relax during my lunch hour?
take a guess which one i am picking….

mr. moon sent out an email today. a broadcast email. it seems mrs. moon made a request for a cd of music, to play after the birth of baby moon. which i think is in october? [there are a lot pregnant people around here, i get confused.] so anyway, this is what mr. moon said:
“so i got to thinking yesterday at work while trying to ignore my co-worker’s constant complaining, “what songs would you like to hear on your first day of LIFE?” so after about 4 hours, I came up with a list of about 265 songs. but i was wondering what my friends/family might want to hear on their first days of LIFE – so i am now asking you for your help in this matter.”
i was going to tell him i donít have time for that shit, man. iím very very very busy and extremely popular, and my opinion is sought by many. but that is not really true, because anyone who knows me knows that a: i’d rather compile a list of songs than do any number of chores that make up my day and b: i have a soft spot for mr. moon. ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD!
so i was compiling some songs. i have not even looked at his list, because i didn’t want it to sway me. and i thought to myself, you know who has good taste? my dear internet friends, that’s who. you wanna submit some songs? i’ll compile everyone’s songs together, and i will post the list. and then i will make mr. moon come read it, because he never reads my blog anyway, and so this will make him read it. for all he knows, i am saying awful and horrific things about him behind his back. he don’t know. i could be. i’m like that.
ps: fee not only LIKES ME, she can’t live without me. it’s true. coooooo-dependent.
pps: feel free to email me your songs, if you are shy.

romy and judes, it warms my heart to assist you in the moral decline of your sims. your sims and my sims should meet up at the strip club and hang out. get something pierced.
today i woke at 2:45 am, and never went back to sleep. painful. so i laid there and day dreamed. well, pre-dawn dreamed. and then i got up and moseyed about the casita. engaged in an epic battle with pru, over a green ball covered in twine. it has a bell in it! i let her win. but made sure she paid for it, i got in a whole bunch of tummy rubs before i surrendered. finally, i gave up. came to work at 6. and here i am. *working.*
you know what the great thing is, about coming in at 6? 10 am is halfway through your day. you can go get an EGG MCMUFFIN for lunch! how awesome is that? i’m so having an e mcmuff for lunch.
somebody kill me now… i’m tired.

so your sims are in desperate need of porn, eh? hey… it’s understandable. we have needs.
the site is called the 8th deadly sim and it IS a pay site. but it’s only $3.50 from paypal for a month of unlimited downloads. the bars and cash registers have been converted for the mac, which i like. you can have a slum hotel, complete with drug paraphanaliaalskdfjaow, a movie theatre, a porn shop, strip club or a hooters. i think that’s it. there are strippers and cage dancers to download. i haven’t installed everything yet. i have some things i need to convert. and i’m not simming tonight. or tomorow. maybe wednesday?
ok. i have to go. i am in desperate need of lemon snickerdoodles. i’m off to the grocery store!!!
whoooooosh!!

liloo and fee. you two are so lucky to have me. why i’d bet you sit around and thank your lucky stars, each and every night for the gift that is my friendship and attention.
……….. *snort* ok. maybe not. but you ARE lucky.
anyway, the yahoo group is no longer able to ignore me. my charms have worked their magic. you knew it would happen. how could it not?
played a lot of sims this weekend. maybe i’ll write some sim stories later. for some reason, i had a lot of kitchen fires this weekend. in the sims. not in real life. to have one in RL i’d probably have to cook something. ewwwwww… i also spent a lot of time downloading new furniture, objects, heads, outfits and such. because the creation and decorating part is the best part. there is one website in which you can download all the makings for a porn shop and a strip club. don’t you know my sim downtown NEEDS these kinds of diversions? it does. my sims needed a little spice in their lives. NOBODY is getting any, since hot date – it’s much more difficult to get the point where someone likes you enough to have sex with you. takes patience. i don’t have that. so PORN IT IS!!
hooray!!
ps: liloo… my muse sounds like fun! i hope she takes me with her next time.

feequote: they know how to ignore you? man, maybe i should talk to them and find out how.
i asked for that, didn’t i? well someone responded to me!! she commented on my email address. me@jodiferous.com. so there. i feel a lot of love all of the sudden. ha!
i was trying to work on my character profile, but my muse is very quiet. i think the muse had too much dr. pepper today and she is crashing.

making new friends is hard. i joined this yahoo group, because that is where the naughty fan fiction. and by naughty, i mean i feel kinda naughty reading it. like it’s wrong somehow. however, some of it is naughty in the sense that it is restricted to people aged 18 over. i feel no more naughty reading than the clean stuff. it’s fan fiction in general. anyway, some of it is very very very good. i’m in the group. and i’ve replied to a couple of posts, or made comments. i’ve even emailed an author directly to tell her how much i loved her stuff. and no one responds to me. ever. no matter how charming i am. it’s like…. i’m invisible. but i see my posts. they are there. and so i got all huffy and decided to go back to lurking, and pouting. this is a very active group, it’s not like i am trying to get people all chatty, when they are not. it’s like i’m just… not there. but then today something inspired me to comment. i can’t help it. but no responses. i’d assume that i’m very unlikable and not funny or entertaining. but we know that’s not true. 😉
it’s them. isn’t it? yeah… i knew it.
it’s overcast and mild here today and i so happy about it. it’s filled me with about 10x’s my normal energy. i hope that lasts until i get home. so i can get things done. the energy is not working well with my focus disabilities. so i’m a bit scattered. if i was doing something physical right now, instead of working, i’d be getting a ton done. wheeeeeee!!!!
response to romy
they’ve got us by the sort and curlies, kid. don’t sacrifice the a/c.
response to fee
dude… thanks for the inside skinny of terrorists!! that’s good to know. thank god i have terrorist friends.