To the beautiful little gray kitten with stripes who just led me on a wild goose chase across the backyard at the tail end of a thunderstorm in which I spent several minutes slowly crawling toward him on my hands and knees waving a Costco rotisserie chicken wing at him before he turned and disappeared: PLEASE COME BACK I LOVE YOU……..❤️

We locked eyes at the front door when I went to double check it was locked. I was so shocked because I have dreamed of this moment for so long. He did the thing where he’d run and then I’d follow his big glowing eyes and find him again and he’d sit there and stare at me and as soon as I was within arms reach he’d turn and trot away. This happened 3-4 times so at first I was sort of hoping maybe it was leading me somewhere or wanted me to follow but then he just disappeared :( I left a bowl of fresh water out front but I’m heartbroken. And now it’s 10:30pm I haven’t showered yet and I have to be up for work at 6:45am.

I’m stuck in a reading rut. There are a lot of things I’m interested in reading and then I either never start them or I start them and don’t feel compelled to finish. I’m looking to read something fun glamorous beautiful wild intense romantic borderline swashbuckling. Just something energetic and for lack of a better word kinetic. It can be anything. Preferably published between 1950 and 1999. It doesn’t even need to be like anything I described above. What has everyone been reading lately? Any and all suggestions welcome.

I hate seeing Alan Alda’s grandson in the letterboxd comments of every single one of his movies omg. And each comment is just some variation of “this was my grandpa’s most [insert adjective] movie”. It drives me crazy. And yeah a lot of this is projection because if I was Alan Alda’s grandson I wouldn’t shut the fuck up ever either.