Have been clandestinely feeding the stray cats at the condos, only to be rewarded with loud cat sex outside my window at 4 in the morning.
No more milk for the kitties, only straight up kibble. Milk makes them crazy. Crazy horny, that is, apparently.

I wrote my to-do list on my hand today, and got it all done before lunch.

This weekend, me and Aaron are journeying once again to Houston to look at a wedding place near Galveston.

Our last adventurous hamster died yesterday. It was quite sad and frustrating, because we could not figure out why they kept dying. I even called Petco to see if their hamsters were doing ok, but to no avail.

But the gerbils are doing well. I video-ed them doing some pretty awesome things yesterday, I should start a flickr site so I could post it. Does flickr do videos? The one thing stopping me from getting one though, is that instead of fun shots of the city and of me doing cool things like taking walks and such, 70% of the photos would just be of my pets, which frankly, no one is really interested in seeing except me.
I never want to be that girl on myspace whose page is uploaded with videos of her talking baby-talk to her pet hamster: "Oh, Mr. Man, you are aww wet, isn't you? You just got a showeh!"
Oh barf.

Oh, and me and Aaron were having a debate--is Gnarls Barkley's Crazy:
1. actually unique, or
2. merely unique because it is played on rock stations, when it really should just be played on easy listening, pop-y stations like 104 KRBE?