kitty likes the couch. actually, she loves the couch. she is the couch's bitch. she hasn't gotten off it except to eat and potty since i pushed it over from next door on friday. she is a couch whore. she needs a couch methadone clinic. it's really strange. the attachment to the couch. i, however, am not attached to the couch. which is good because i got a 30 days notice from the landlord this morning so the couch will probably not be with us for long. i sincerely wish i didn't spend hours trying to maneuver it accross the porch, as it seems it was all for naught. unless matt, who needs a couch, takes a fancy to it. here is a description: it is sort of a foresty green, it has been scratched by kitties before it met mine, but could be covered, and it is very squishy. you are welcome to visit it and arm wrestle the kitty for it, if indeed you like it as much as she does. and the best feature is ofcourse that it's free providing you can get it home. and maybe i'll put out cookies or something, for the couch viewing. is that too like a funeral? the couch isn't that bad. but maybe cookies would soften your heart to it and it wouldn't have to be an orphan, and then i could get cookies!!! we could all have cookies. it would be wicked awesome.
so, yeah, i have to move. again. and this is no good. i'll probably have to move to ellsworth to both be able to afford something and have a fuzzy. and ellsworth isn't that bad, is it? matt? is it that bad? there are stores that don't close. there's a denny's(i'm not sure that ups my cause much). ellsworth isn't so bad right? or trenton, trenton isn't that bad. except for the confederate flag over the IGA. that really bothers me. it bothers me so much i don't even know if it's still there because i can't bear to look up when i go by. mmm, trenton. i refuse to move to the dark side of the island. i will not go to southwest harbor, if i have to drive a half hour to work i want to be heading toward civilization. toward denny's anyway. mmm, denny's.
so, it's been a long weekend. and i'm frazzled. and the worst part of being frazzled is i get to thinking the frazzle is really really funny. and then i blog about it. i'm so sorry. there's just something about the increasing panic that i just find hysterical. no pun intended.