T-A-C-O...TACO, LET'S GO!

why do i have the weirdest cats ever?

first there's pogo, who thinks she needs to hide under the rug. that's her stupid tail you see just poking out of the first picture. she just crawls under a rug when no one is looking and sits there, waiting for someone to walk by so she can jump out at them like a maniac.









you know exactly what she's thinking in this picture: "if i just stay reeeeeal quiet, she won't notice i'm here..."



then there's lemmy, who thinks that my vintage pee wee's playhouse playset that i've had since i was a kid is HIS playhouse.





megadeth is my only cat who is normal. although i DO have the sneaking suspicion that she's the one who keeps pissing on our couch...



which brings me to another thing: someone keeps pissing on our couch! does anyone know what to do to keep cats from peeing on things? i've tried everything i can think of. it would be a damn shame to have to throw the couch away because it's such a comfy couch...but HELL am i tired of shampooing couch cushions!

i made my first sale in the new etsy store last nite, so that was a nice surprise to wake up to. i'm just afraid it's going to be like our swamp rat store where we sold a photo the very first nite and thought it was a good sign and then we haven't sold one since. wah!

i finished reading "dark at the roots" and it was one of the funniest memoirs i've ever read. it comes highly recommended.



here is my favorite scene, it's even better than the one where her sister chews on her sock. this one is about her little brother while they are sitting around the dinner table:

"hey!" michael said from his makeshift booster seat, a stack of encyclopedias on the chair at the head of the table. he was wearing debbie's curly red little orphan annie wig and a green tutu. he had both hands down his training pants and a look of sheer delight on his two-year-old face. "there's a little bag down here with balls in it, and when i pinch them, it hurts!"

hahahahahaha.

i almost got to do something cool today. i almost got to watch a private show by the spits at the radio station. they are playing at a club tonite, so they were going to come down to the station beforehand and play a live set on the air. my manager asked me if i wanted to come down and help out if anything needed to be done, and also get to watch the band for free in a tiny room with a handful of other people. fuck yes i did! well, it ended up not happening because the band got into town too late, but still. have i ever mentioned how much my station rules and how lucky i am to be able to be a part of it?? just the fact that this kinda stuff can happen. man. it's so badass. at the end of the month, i'm having a band from austria on my show to play and hang out and have a record party. they have a song about tacos. they are a genre commonly referred to as "party punk." BRING IT!