The house of anyone who owns a lot of animals, but mainly cats. I don't know why, but people who own like 6 or more cats tend to be slobby in general. If you can take care of that many animals, at least take care of your house too.

Also, I've encountered a lot of morbidly obese people on public transit who smell really sweet and breadlike, almost like yeast, and it absolutely nauseates me. I heard that some people can get yeast infections underneath rolls of fat if they don't wash properly which is just horrifying. Natural body odor doesn't bother me but when you don't wash properly no amount of body spray can cover that up.

Less Than Kind. Simply a brilliant show. One of the few truly (intentionally) hilarious Canadian tv shows. Bittersweet, clever, and full of dark humour. I find it comparable to It`s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but with a special melancholy twinge that is only found in Canadian entertainment. I just finished downloading the 3rd season and I heard it`s probably the last. It`s a shame people prefer to watch another rehashed, by-the-numbers American sitcom and balk at perfectly good Canadian tv.

Well I definitely didn't go partying since I don't feel like being accosted by obnoxious drunken plastic paddies on any day of the year so I tackled Mount Laundry. Also I ate a lot of wasabi peas, since the Irish are renowned for their love of spicy, exotic snack foods. Oh yeah, I read this. Never been a fanfic person but, wow.
I tried to rent Breakfast on Pluto but those savages at iTunes don't have it available! So I watched this instead:



Why don't they have accents!? that bothers me greatly.

Also, when I was little I always thought my mom was Irish because she had red curly hair and was pale and yelled mean things at me all the time. TRUFAX.

Life After God by Douglas Coupland. A lot of his other books just seem like he's recycling the same hackneyed plots and characters over and over, but Life After God seemed very unique, and poignant.

I couple nights ago I dreamed that Fred Armisen and I were kitchen staff at some fancy restaurant, and after we finished washing a dish, we'd make out. Finished washing the floor, make out. Serve hors d'oerves, make out. It was a lot of two ugly people making out.

I've also been getting a lot of really vivid pregnancy dreams, which freak me out, but since immaculate conception doesn't really exist, I have nothing to worry about.