wickedflea | (no subject)

I dreamed that I was driving through New Haven with some dude, and he said that thing about how you should never see sausage or laws being made. I said yeah and chuckled, and wouldn't you know it, it wasn't two minutes before we passed a sausage factory and saw some dude walking out with a whole stack of these huge, bloody pigskins on his back. GRACK.

Now that I think of it, New Haven does have an awful lot of sausage factories, so it makes sense that the dream would be set there.

I'm picking up my cat from the humane society today! He's black, with a little bit of white on his neck. He's called Sammy right now, but I think I'm going to call him Lonzie. Lonziliman for long. Lonziliman J. Heller. I'm not sure what the "J" is for yet.

Apple sent me a new keyboard for this blasted Mac, and it's still repeating characters. I will cill a muphugga in the face. C I L L