in which, all summer long:

in other news, I am the happiest, most cheerful unemployed person in America right now.

this is like a good old fashioned summer. grilled food. bomb popsicles. driving long distances for no real reason. campfires. a little glass of wine or 2. eating out on the deck. the beach boys. movie marathons. not doing shiiiiit.


my mom is buying me a cat. he's huge, like not fat, just muscley. if he was a person, he'd be a football player. probably somewhere on defense. but he's older and the nicest cat I've ever met. I used to dream about getting my own cat. my dad hates them, but my mom promised me when I finally moved out of the house, she'd buy me a cat of my very own. I was counting down the days even back then, and now that it's here... I always thought I'd get a kitten, calico, green eyes. something small and foofy and mini. but when I went to the animal shelter--I don't know. this cat was 5 years old. he was somebody's housecat before but they couldn't afford to keep him. he was on the very bottom, next to a cage of wiggly adorable kittens, so you know no one was going to give him a second glance. & he didn't even try to get attention, he just laid there. but then the minute I started petting him through the bars, he was purring like a motor and rubbing his cheeks against my fingers. when I held him, he laid in my lap like 20 pounds of love and rubbed his cheek against my cheek. he's not the cat I ever thought I'd get, but as soon as I held him, I fell in love. I just kept thinking about him.

so I'm adopting him on monday. I'm naming him al capone, and I'm going to sleep in the basement with him until the vet says he doesn't have kitty leukemia anymore. & I couldn't be more excited.


other than really enjoying the simple things of summer, I am feeling out of it post graudation. I don't believe in limbo, but if it existed, I bet this is what all those halfway souls would feel like. word, man.