When I was a kid I had a cat named "Topsy." After I was like 13 or so I decided that "Topsy" was a dumb name so I just started called him "Kitty" or "Cat" or "Hey You There" or whatever. Anyway, he was my best friend in the world; every night, he'd crawl under my covers and then crawl back out so only his cute little black and white (and pink nose!) head was sticking out, and he'd lay his head on my shoulder and fall asleep.

Lately, Susan has been super affectionate with me; I don't know why. Just now, she was like, OH HEY THERE with her little paws and all and so I picked her up and put her on my lap. That's where she is now, and that's where she'll likely be 'till she decides she wants to be elsewhere. She also likes laying on my pillow right above where my head goes and tickling me with her whiskers.

The end.

lonely_doll and I have a framed poster of the CBGB's toilet in our bathroom; it's situated in such a way that you can't help but stare at it while sitting on the actual toilet. Is this meta?

Up 'till fairly recently, the toilet in the Uptown Bar's men's room didn't really work, and I think the stall was missing the door part. It's a shame they're tearing the place down after they finally got the bathroom all fixed up.

One time at Liquor Lyle's, the stall in the men's room was torn down in what was presumably a drunken rage, so that you'd walk in there and there'd just be a toilet sitting there in the corner of the room. Would you ever use this toilet? I mean, think how weird it'd be to walk in the bathroom and some dude's just sitting there taking a dump and reading the City Pages...

For the most part, dudes in bars just use urinals so none of this matters all that much. After 11 p.m. or so on a Saturday night, however, the urinal becomes more of a "suggested target."

Good times, man...good times.

Uptown Monster Ballad

*sniff* :-(