Pulp

Okay, so far I have nothing to say today, which I know is probably a tremendous disappointment, but whatever. Well, one thing. If you haven't heard the song "A Little Soul" by Pulp, find it. Now. And listen to it over and over and over. That's what I do.

Also I wish they had a "cranky" or a "feisty" mood option above. They have like, what, twelve choices? Yeah, my emotions tend to run a wider gamut than that.

Ollie had to go to the vet today for follow up vaccines and he talked the whole goddamned time. And he doesn't meow like a normal cat. He makes these little chirping, gurgling, baby human noises. People actually ask what sort of animal I have and look surprised when I say it's a cat. I shit you not. I should start telling people it's my infant son, but I can't afford a real doctor.

Well, I'm at work, so I guess I should do some of that.