I have been very blessed (and relieved out the whazoo) to get some very positive feedback since starting this blog (I can only assume that you guys can smell my nervous sweats through the computer and have been so kind as to reassure me that this blog isn't absolute garbage). Every time I hear directly from you or through the grapevine that you have at least chuckled at my charmless anecdotes, my heart truly skips a beat; I must say, I'm completely flattered.
Which is why I am really ashamed at not having posted in some time. There's been a very weird "whooshing" sound in my ears lately, and I figured out that's because it's NOVEMBER already and that whooshing sound is the months and my school semester flying past me. As I am trying to keep my head above forensic water, I haven't been able to post as faithfully as I initially planned. Plus, you know, I watch too many shows on Hulu, so it's not like I'm knocking my school assignments out ahead of their due dates or anything. But I digress. (P.S.-If there are any fans of the old British show "Spaced," I would love to talk about it, since it was pretty awesome and short-lived and I live in America where people watch "Jersey Shore" and "Dog Whisperer.")
The point is, I wanted to drop a quick line and let you know that I do plan to return soon (hopefully by the end of the week) and that your encouragement has been incredibly special to me and since I am narcissistic, please keep your lovely comments and readership coming!
And here's a little nugget to end on: I naively bought a cat repellent spray called "Stay Away" for surfaces you don't want your cats jumping on. I have sprayed copious amounts on my bed, because my cat sheds more hair than my boyfriend's love child with a Yeti (read: a super frig-ton; all due respect, Keithy.) At first I thought it worked, but today when I woke up, there's Zsa Zsa curled up on the bed not giving two s**ts; the same when I got home from school this evening. Rest assured that I will be notifying Whisker City of their sham product and asking them how they sleep at night, because you know how I'm sleeping? Rolling around choking on the wispy left-behinds of my cat's latest tongue bath, you liars.
See you soon!
