cat lady

How is it possible that my cat is the world's best cuddler? I have done my fair share of cuddling in my lifetime and I have yet to meet anything that cuddles as well as my little domestic short hair that is known as petunia.  I am quite sure she is well aware of the fact that she is a good little snuggle as she makes a point to get into bed with me shortly after I have begun turning my laptop off and tucking it away under my bed.  Since Davey has been gone for a over a week now my dependency on her has increased in droves, and I have been watching far too much fox news and msnbc.  The primaries are basically my Days of our Lives or Passions.  Even though I am quite the avid fan of news channels, I also have my weaknesses.  Today I was on youtube for a solid hour searching through video after video and finally found the video of amy winehouse smoking crack in her london flat.  Am I completely out of my mind to watch a video like this and only think about how much I miss London?  probably

just because

i have seen the errors in my ways.

ain't no sunshine when he's gone...

literally. this weather has been amazingly refreshing. it has made me feel partially like i am in the uk once again. today i was listening to british children speak and it convinced me that i want my children to have accents as well. Davey and I have gone back and forth in regard to whether or not our children will have an american or british accent. He argued that when I go to the uk anyway I begin speaking in a madonaesque tone so what's the difference if my children call me mum rather than ma? well all of this talk is just thinkin' anyway...who knows what will end up happening...i'm just sayin. While Davey is gone, Nils' has really stepped in and become my platonic boyfriend. Tonight we are going to see 27 dresses or as Nils calls it "27 dressies" and I love the fact that he wants to see it as much as I do. Davey would never ever see something so cheesy unless he knew he owed me big time...like the times he waddled into the theatre to see "Just my Luck" or "The Devil Wears Prada"

the rain is glorious and makes me want to sleep till noon, and wake up to french music.
bon soir.

san diego...

why do i love you so much? after having one wild night at nils' birthday it was rather appropriate that after davey's show last night that I stayed the night in san diego with christina.  today we had lunch at the pannikin with her sister katherine. that was a treat. who knew that sun dried tomatoes, pesto and cream cheese was such a delicious combination? i have discovered such a love for eating outside and world music.  i think christina is one of those people that rubs off on me, which i think is very rare as it seems that most people these days irritate me rather than inspire me! i need to steal her ipod and move to paris. 

by the way as if i wasn't a strong enough non meat eating person already this weekend has made me ill to the idea of even looking at meat ever again!  

roundtrip tickets to the uk right now are 600$ on virginatlantic.com i seriously need to get lost for a few weeks when davey comes home....

this month is going to lag.

house hunters

hgtv ruins lives. i swear this show makes life impossible to cope with.  nothing will ever be good enough.  my generation sucks.  As a whole we are more fat, stupid, poor, and worthless than any other generation thus far...and what really sucks is that it makes me fear for my life. as if this isn't bad enough, now i have to watch a show in which we see how little 300,000 dollars gets you these days.... basically a shack. my parents bought their house for something like 80,000$$ now that was a lot of money but it isn't anything compared to what i will have to face when it comes down to buying a place of my own.  

i can't even begin to imagine what i will have to do in order to make buying a house happen... today i am feeling down in the dumps...therefore i will not capitalize any "i" found in this post.

also, i found out some devastating news this evening... RENT the musical is closing this season and wont be back for a while...there goes my dreams of having an online audition happen again...i can still taste the anger i had after finding out about the last online audition two days too late.

separation anxiety

Davey left for tour today.  I need to keep myself entertained with good friends, good books, and most of all good t.v.  I am in desperate need of some sprinkles cupcakes right about now. Nothing like comfort food to keep me feeling good.  

School starts up again soon, god I feel like my whole life is a never ending philosophy lecture.  I just want to run off to the uk and hide out in camden for a few weeks with davey. We could eat a lot of sushi and gelato and hang out in the west end while watching as many shows as we possibly could.  

if only the reality weren't so far off of my fantasy I might not be so annoyed that I had to open up an account with charles schwaab last week.  now my pay check goes to stocks rather than anthropologie and betsey johnson.  

good god help me.... 

or at least someone bring me a sprinkles cupcake...preferably a lemon or a vanilla. 

cooking marvels

so last night after flaking out on a night o' fun, I got practical in my pajamas and decided to whip up my own batch of sprinkles cupcakes.  with that said I have never in my life used a blender, well its not actually a blender it's more of an electrical beater/whipper what have you.  Anyway, I tried to whip a stick of butter, that turned out to be a real mess, and if that wasn't bad enough the beaters were put together incorrectly so the metal parts were beating together causing the metal to "pepper" on the cupcake mix.  I couldn't believe it, I had really screwed this one up...I had to let Davey down easily by explaining what I had done, but without thinking he still stuck his finger in the mix and gave it a taste.  "Tastes fine to me" he says after avoiding the metal bits that had been sprayed over my entire mix... oh well... I suppose we will have to go to sprinkles tomorrow I suggest.  

It is pretty early still and I am meant to be at Kate's birthday party in 9 minutes.  I haven't even started my getting ready routine.  I have been completely depressed over the fact that I have to get out of my pajamas so early.  But I am also pleased to be going to a brunch.  I can't remember the last time I had mimosas and some chats with the girls.  I think the last time was in palm springs with royale and christina years, years ago.  

Davey leaves for his tiger army tour in 3 days.  I will be alone all month, and even part of feb. wahhh. I hate sleeping on my own....oh well i just got the call...apparently for once everyone is running on time.....yewwww

old bag

The past few months have been very lackluster.  Actually they have been something meant for a geriatric.  Every day I wake up around nine am.  I have one leg under the duvet and the other propped somewhere between the floor and the mattress while one of my cats is either biting my toes or sleeping on my head.  I get out of bed, feed the cats, wake up david and usually go to work.  I have developed a routine that has put me in this numb state-of-mind.  I am usually mildly impressed with a good dinner, and a movie.  I can't remember the last time I felt like a kid, or even a twenty something.  Most things these days don't even make me blink.  I want to feel excitement again, I want to be the person that gets out of hand... Last night I went out only to find myself entering a world that I have become unfamiliar with.  The moment I step into a bar, or even a social atmosphere I find myself counting down the minutes that I may gracefully say" "adieu" and drive carefully home to my bed and cats.  So basically what I am trying to say is that with this so called new year behavior that everyone is enduring, I suppose my efforts will be to focus more on the "fun" in life and less on the part where I am sleeping.