Martha

I boarded my cat at the vet while I was away.  I just retrieved her, and she has already clawed me half to death.  Ah, there's nothing like a pet's unconditional love...

She is much larger and more terrifying than she looks in this picture.

Thanks

Being home for a while was nice.  I haven't really spent a significant amount of time in my hometown since March.  And of course everything was different and everything was the same. 

During Thanksgiving dinner, my uncle politely reminded me that my biological clock is ticking.  Everyone talked about Jesus a lot.  The older people started talking about all their ailments and the medications they're on. 

My dad used double-sided tape to stick a fake piece of shit to the side of the toilet bowl, then laughed as people tried to flush it out of disgust and panic.

My nephew and I watched Toy Story 3, then I listened to him sing "You've Got a Poot in Me," which I'm sure Disney wishes they had used instead of Randy Newman's version. 

Overall, not bad. 

Gone-zo

Football Season Is Over.

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt.

Words

"But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable... The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different from anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."

- Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live

Angel

The death of my childhood pet has me feeling old and weary.

Did something break? 

She was a good dog.