Actually the new kid that works here was making me laugh this morning. He spent $200 on roses that he sent out to 4 different women. Two in New York, one in London and I'm not sure where the other one lives? Guess he's keeping all his options open/ I think it's cute, well the one in London is mainly because his sister is moving there and she's friends with this girl, so I guess he reckons when he soon pays a visit, he'll have a friendly face there, other than his sister's. The two in New York are potential shags and I'm not sure about the other one?
Anyway it made me laugh.
So last night Tim and Matty came by the pub, we spent a couple of hours slugging back red wine, then headed back to ours, WITHOUT Matty and watched The Aristocrats which is the rudest but funniest thing I've seen for a long time. God those comedians are sick man, but clever, real clever. So yeah that was fun.
Tim actually hasn't been around for a while and he couldn't believe how much weight Lily had lost when he saw her. You see we don't really notice it, we see her all the time.
So then this morning I'm in the bathroom, she comes in, which is unusual really? she's a bit of a princess regarding the bathroom and generally likes the place to herself. So she gets in her cat box and just sits there, NO not with bum raised ready to do her "thing". She's just sitting there, so I call Stephen, he of course can't really do anything, not sure why I called him really? guess i just panicked. So anyway I pick her up out of the box and put her back in her little space in my closet. She promptly's curls into a ball and falls to sleep, well dozing I guess. But it's not good is it? So after I finished writing this I'm going to call the vet's tell them and see what they say. To be onest it's not like they can do much more? I mean she hardly eats and there's NO WAY she'll take her pills anymore...so you know, it's time I think....
Which is fucking horrible, and I HATE IT......
But you know what? and I know that Stephen is DEAD AGAINST IT, but I really want a kitten. Not straight away but soon after we get back from Mexico. I mean she's won't replace Lily, no way, love that girl, but I really like having a cat around......they're easy to have and I love the thought of a tiny little thing sitting on my head and loving me and not just Stephen........
We'll see I doubt it though, he's stubborn......
Right well I should get going, need to work and call the bloody vets....
Later...
OH MY GOD I've just rembered...so I get an email from Mother, my fab gay pal back home in Manchester. Him and his boyfriend Patrick are moving, so it was an informative email about his new digs, address and so forth. Anyway he tells me that a mate of his has just been shot TWICE in the leg by supposedly an armed Spanish gang, out in friggin Costa Del bloody Sol, which is like the most touristy place EVER for Brits. I mean there's probably more chip shops than they're are tapas bars. Anyway here's the link, check it out for yourself....Manchesteronline.co.uk
