jabber_moose

I need reading material.

And more entertainment. Or, as i coined it yesterday, 'Plane-tertainment.'

Possibly a new computer bag, cause this one's gonna be a bitch to stuff the important Plane-tertainment with.

I've never been good at packing, but since i moved to AZ, all trips to NY have been too short that i didn't have to worry about it. A few days, if anything.

This time around, it's over a week. And that's pretty bad ass.

Speaking of badass, John Barrowman's new album came out March 1st. It's all Broadway stuff. I need it.

Today, i called Charlie a BAMF. I'm not sure why. I just..did.

I've always kept them closed off behind a kitchen gate, because they had a tendency of marking the carpet in the living room in Phoenix.

But lately i've been taking them on a walk, then letting them around..just not upstairs.

So last night, i'm in my room, and i can't find Charlie. Mom's all, "He's in the living room with us, sleeping."

Again, this morning, i got out of a shower, and i'm like, 'great. Where's Charlie?" Dillon's asleep on my bed.

Charlie was by himself in the living room, just chilling out.

So i went "Charlie, you're a BAMF. You are a bad ass mother fucker."

I don't know why, though.

Speaking of the BAMFness, last night dad alerted me to the fact that 'Bright Young Things' was about to start on TV.

No, Dad's not the bamf-ness. Stephen Fry is.

Also. Job searching in NY. That sounds pretty BAMFery to me. Thinking i'll contact Dr. Selmer (Original vet) ..maybe he's got some leads for me. Before i left NY, he told me if i ever needed a reference, he'd be honored to write one up.