I'm Turning into a Cat Lady

Okay, I have a problem. I'm seriously obsessed with my grey tabby cat, Peter. He's adorable, and he has this habit of finding random, comfy spots in our tiny apartment to crawl into and sleep. This morning, J woke me up to tell me that Peter was beside the bed, lying on a pillow that had fallen off the bed while I was sleeping. I know, he's ridiculously cute like that. It seems as if any time we set a towel down for some reason, he will plant his furry, little body down on it and fall asleep.

J tells me that I am so entranced by our cat that I stalk him to find out where he is and what he's doing. He's usually sleeping! I've never seen a breed of animal that sleeps so much. He sleeps during the day, in the early evening, and then he sleeps when we go to bed! It's crazy, and I'm jealous of how well-rested he is. There's nothing worse than having to get ready and go to work when your cat is curled up like a seashell on a fuzzy towel, fast asleep. Lucky bastard.

Million Dollar Listing 2: I Wonder If I'm the Only One Who Watches This Show

Bravo, O' how I love thee! They have just come out with season two of Million Dollar Listing, which for anybody who has never seen the first season, is a show about selling real estate in LA. It's a cutthroat, glamorous world filled with: palatial mansions overlooking the city, greed, competitive bitchiness, lots of ego, and a shitload of potential money to be made in commissions. Last season, focused on a bunch of seasoned real estate brokers selling houses that range from under a million all the way to the 75 million dollar mark. Ridiculous, I know.

This season is taking a slightly younger, hipper view of the real estate game by featuring three guys, all under the age of 30. There's Chad Rogers(my favorite), Josh Flagg, and Madison Hildenbrand. They are over-the-top characters who strut around in the trendies clothes, sunglasses, and hairstyles; they are the epitome of the metrosexual, multiplied by 1000.

Out of all of them, I like Chad the best. At first glance, you just want to write him off as a hipster douchebag, but the more you see him interact with people, you start to like him. He's 30 years-old, but he looks about twelve. And, for some reason unbeknownst to me, he wears his hair combed forward like a mushroom kind of like Tootie from The Facts of Life crossed with The Ramones. Is this how the kids are wearing their hair nowadays? (I say, as I sit in my rocking chair doing needlepoint.) Whatevs, Chad is adorable, and he seems to worship his little girlfriend. How can I not like a guy who is sweet to his girlfriend?!

BitchBuzz is Upon Us

BitchBuzz, the new online women's site geared toward the feisty, smart women of this generation is launching some time tonight. I keep on refreshing the page, but it's not live yet. The anticipation is killing me! I am so excited to read everybody's writing, and I would like to give big props to my girls, Cate Sevilla, writer of the popular blog, Cupcate, and Liz Abinante of Feministy fame. They have both been so incredibly supportive and helpful as I submit articles to BitchBuzz. I'm ecstatic to be part of this fabulous group of women writers.

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Playgirl Says Good-Bye: BWE's End of the Road Video

Playgirl, the softcore porn magazine geared toward women (gay men)is no longer. Best Week Ever put together a hilarious montage of Playgirl centerfolds. I particularly like the two mustachioed dudes, sitting side by side with their dongs hanging out.

This video does not show full frontal nudity. If you are offended by rubber duckies, shampoo bottles, and Dick Clark's disembodied head, then this video may not be for you.

Uhh...Can somebody change the billboard now?

In the wake of one of the most horrific random acts of violence on a bus, Greyhound is getting rid of their "road rage" ad campaign. The marketing department must be shitting their pants right now. I mean, how do you get the message across: "Ride our bus. You'll be safe from some psychopath beheading you while you sleep." (Via CNEWS)

Hard to Swallow

The following pictures are ads for a prescription medication called Mebucaine. I thought they were quite creative, and unlike the usual advertising for medicine. That pizza looks especially painful. I bet it really tears apart the roof of your mouth. Ouch! (Via The Bizarre)

Great Weekend

I took off Friday to pick up my fabulous girlfriend, who lives in LA, from the airport. It was so wonderful to see her. I haven't seen her since she left which was about a year and a half ago. I miss her so much. I picked her up, and I took her back to my apartment, so she could meet my lovable cat, Peter. She said he was great because he acted like a dog, not a cat. He's a cat-dog. He doesn't have that bad feline attitude like most. He's just a cool guy who likes a lot of attention. She gave him lots of love and affection, and Peter was thrilled to have her around.

My friend and I had a great day together: window shopping on Newbury Street, having a lovely lunch alfresco, and catching up, since we haven't seen each other in a while. It was nice spending the day with her. She's such a wonderful person, and I know that she will remain a good friend for life. There are very few people you meet that you can say that about, but she is definitely one of them.

Saturday, J and I went to sign the lease on our brand, new apartment outside of the city. My real estate friend found it for us, and it's everything we are looking for. I'm really excited about it; not only, will we be paying less, it's also bigger than our current place. It's also very close to the subway, so I'm quite happy about that. Commuting should be a breeze.

Today, I am relaxing at home, waiting to meet up with my girlfriend. She had a wedding last night, so I know she's probably tired and hung over. I don't expect to hear from her until around 1pm or 2pm when she finally wakes up from her stupor. Later, J and I will take her to the airport. I'm sad to see her go. It was so hard to see her go the first time when she moved away from Boston. I cried for a week. I just want to see her happy. I hope she finds everything she is searching for in LA. I miss her terribly, but if this is where she needs to be at this point in her life, then I wish her nothing but the best.