The Metanerd
Everything posted on this blog is my personal opinion.
- Trying out the bright colored pants look today with a thrift shop find from last weekend
- I have a Friday music playlist going on
- Alan is in town from Chicago
- This fabulous girl is making brunch for me on Saturday
- And then it’s off to U St. for some birthday festivities for a newly made friend!
After doing all of the above, I plan on curling up with Lancelot and watching 30 Rock all Sunday.
Bring it on, weekend.
Late night cuddling - Taken with instagram
I would totally have an adorbz picture of Lancelot for Caturday, but my damn cat is sitting on my phone. I’m too afraid of his claws (the ones I’ve been neglecting to clip) to wrestle with him.
Someone call or text me. Do it. I wanna see his reaction. Maybe he’ll stop being lazy and get off my phone.
It’s Saturday night. I’ve been watching Netflix by myself and eating only Jalapeno potato chips for hours.
I decide to take a break by putting on a song, picking up Lancelot and slow dancing with him. I even sing to him in my voice that I reserve for talking to animals with.
Late night cuddling with Lancelot (Taken with instagram)
I can haz for Lancelot?
Thank heavens my cat is a lot less creepier than the model cat. Why in the world would they choose a cat so scary to pose for this picture?
Caturday!
It’s Caturday!
It’s Caturday!
OMG. What if I made Lancelot dress up as a metacat for Halloween?
Skyping about my impending trip home to San Francisco would end up with us trying to show off our cats to each other.
Say hello to Schnitzel, Lancelot’s rival.
(via lickystickypickyme)
Last year every birthday card I received contained cats. I would like to think this is because everyone was applauding my decision to adopt Lancelot. If I receive a card similar to the one above, I will have to accept the truth: everyone thinks I’m a crazy cat lady.
(via lickystickypickywe)
“READY? You chase me now!”
*runs off*
*trots back*
“Hey. Uh, I thought you were going to chase me into the living room. Then I was going to flop on my side and let you rub my belly for 3.1 seconds before I went all batshit claws and kitty teeth on your hand. Let’s try again.”
*runs off*
…
Scratch out Sebastian and replace with Lancelot.
This is Lancelot’s Christmas gift. Shhhh, don’t tell him, it’s a surprise.
Lancelot’s not a tabby. Does that mean I have to get a second cat?
(via sade)
