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kona the kitty

Probably not what you’ve been waiting for all this time, but…

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I’ve been meaning to update the LJ for quite some time, but I’ve also been working on another project – a new blog! Don’t worry, the LJ isn’t going anywhere. I just needed a blog to encourage me to write about subjects other than the random ridiculous events that make up my life. Apparently those events haven’t been motivating me to write here very much anyway. Besides, now that I’ve started the new blog, I’m determined to keep the old one going, too!

The new blog is called The Coastal Chicster. Please feel free to check it out, and let me know what you think. In the meantime, on to my post that definitely does not belong in the new blog…because there is nothing chic about it. (Hey, just because I started a chic blog, doesn’t mean I’m there yet.)

I woke up feeling kind of under the weather and moody today, what with all the clouds and things being so slow at work this week. My head was pounding, I was bloated and I overslept, so I was running late. I had no time to choose any sort of decent-looking outfit, and I raced out the door, forgetting to take the trash out. At least I remembered to grab the Midol, I thought. Although,  when I got to work and pulled it out of my purse, I noticed the Midol expired in 2007. So that didn’t really work out.

I decided to get a pedicure and an eyebrow wax at lunch. (Wait, maybe there is something chic about this day after all.) I was also having some serious McDonald’s cravings, so I ordered a 10-piece Chicken McNuggets, a medium fries, one cheeseburger with no pickles, and a medium Diet Coke. I am now officially playing McDonald’s Monopoly, so if you have any game pieces you don’t need, please feel free to send them along. Needless to say, I was so stuffed, I wasn’t even able to finish all that food, and most of it ended up in the trash. And I felt worse. I don’t even know what I was thinking – I usually just get a little Happy Meal.

Even so, I tried to make myself feel better after dinner. I deep-conditioned my hair, gave myself a facial, trimmed my bangs, and even blow-dried this massive amount of hair on my head. I look like a million bucks, but I still feel kind of gross. My allergies are kicking my ass today, for sure.

Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that my cat accidentally had explosive, farty diarrhea on my freaking carpet. I love when that happens. Cleaning poop is my fave.

I should have gone to bed at 6:30.

Kona the Kitty

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It has come to my attention that I am precariously approaching the status of future crazy cat lady, and therefore need to delve back into some of my previous hobbies (such as updating the LJ with humorous anecdotes) in order to keep my hospitable self out of the cat adoption sections of the various PetSmarts around town. 

As you know, I adopted Mele the kitty in April, and she is the most awesome cat ever. She loves to talk and roll around on the carpet and rip up paper, and she loves to play with strings and Nordstrom shopping bags (although her current favorite is a red shopping bag from Bebe). However, due to our current living situation (i.e., my roommate is never home and I sometimes sleep at my boyfriend’s house), I think Mele has been lonely. I’ve been contemplating adopting her a friend for the past few months, but I was going to wait until January. 

So, of course, I just happened to find the cutest little kitten at PetSmart last week. I fell in love with her. She’s really sweet, but really shy because she was rescued from under a house. She’s been very sick for the first few months of her life, so she’s pretty tiny and her foster family says she probably won’t get much bigger. But, she’s healthy now, and she’s six months old. She’s got black and grey tiger stripes and four white feet. I hope Mele likes her. I’m going to name her Kona. (Kitties with Hawaiian names rock.)

I figure they’ll make a good pair. Kona’s really shy and loves to hide, and Mele’s always hiding under the couch because she’s scared of the “big scary space monster” (a.k.a. jet noise), so they can totally have kitty time under the couch together. Right?

Right. Don’t let me adopt any more cats.

Oh, and Mele wanted me to tell everyone “Mele Kalikimaka!” (I think she thinks it means Merry Christmas just from her… Silly.)