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Pissy Kitten

I am here for Friends

About Me

http://www.rockdogdesigns.com/I'm jaded. Really really fucking jaded. I want to do too much. I try to do too much. I talk too much. I laugh too loud. I'm over opinionated. I'm a total cat, I don't like to be pawed at. I'm so sorry, but unless we're like "this".... hugs are just not in my repretoire. So, mental note to strangers and mere acquaintances: do not hug me. Do not get all touchy on me. Strangers touching me creeps me out, makes my skin crawl(going to the doctor just kills me, everytime). If I love you, touch me. If not, back the eff off. If I touch you, that means something. I love sparkley things, I lined my whole nest with them once. That was a neat day. I'm too smart for my own good. I'm hyper critical. I love dogs. Most dogs. No, all dogs. I love to cook. I love to ride my bike. I love the gym. I love techno/trance/dance music. I love my garden. I love to clean stuff...the kitchen, the garage, the yard, my office. I know, that's so wrong on so many levels. I love where I live because the sun is always shining and the sky is always blue here. I have a lot of creative talents. I don't have enough friends. Very very few actually. That's sad I think. Because I am a nice person. Ask Elizabeth. I'm just drawn a little sharp around the edges, that's all. I suppose I just take a lot of getting used to. I'm not very good at being social, I guess that has something to do with it. I have a deep capacity to love people on different yet equally intense levels, something that is not readily appearant to the casual observer. Yes, I do believe in love. I love the color blue. I love purple too. I adore Godiva chocolate. I hate being lied to. I hate not being important. I'm a total attention whore. I despise being ignored. I hate it when the sky is steely grey. I hate being cold. Christmas sweaters creep me out. I love the smell of oranges. I love hockey and the smell of the ice, drives me nuts that smell. I love medicine and anatomy and physiology. I can't spell for shit.

My Interests

The desert. Camping and getting dirt under my nails. Biking. The gym. The ocean. Painting. Cooking good food. Playing with dogs. Long hallways with peeling paint and doors that lead to the tortured minds of lost and lonley souls. Rocky Mountain Horses. Greyhounds. URT (it's fun, killing shit). GTA, all of em. Lara Croft, everything about her. I want to BE her. Taking pictures of stuff. Art (as a proper noun that is) Hockey. Rollerblading. MST3K rocks my house, Crow is too sexy for words. Neuroticly Yours. Foamy is so THERE. Fucking squirrels ROCK. http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html NATALIE DEE IS THE SHIT, EVERYONE!!!! check out her stuff...www.nataliedee.com

I'd like to meet:

That's right, Mr. T and Boy George. Two cultural icons from the mid 80's: Mr. T (a tough, jive-talking actor)and Boy George (a gay singer). Boy George had several (?) hit songs with his band Culture Club. Mr. T starred in the hit TV show The A-Team and a cartoon about children who do gymnastics. He also had his own cereal and pitied many fools.

Music:

Techno/trance/dance (gym music). Goldfinger. Tori Amos. Lords of Acid. The Donnas. NFG. Screeching Weasel. Sarah Brightman. Liz Phair. Blondie. Crap from the 80's (like, fer sher). Pachabels Canon. Listen people, I have over 1800 songs on my laptop and about 4,800 on my desktop. That's an impressive amount of music, I love to listen, always.

Movies:

City of Angels, Love and Sex (I cheese sandwich you...). 200 Cigarettes (we are so fucked Val...). Dogma. Serendipity. Princess Bride. Point of No Return. Chasing Amy. Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood. Clerks. Mall Rats. Gross Pointe Blank. History of the World, Part 1. Mighty Aphrodite. Charlies Angels Full Throttle. Sliding doors. Mr and Mrs Smith (the old one, silly). Sideways. Almost anything old and black and white.

Television:

Huh? Who has time for that?????? Fuck television. It's for idiots. Morons. Lazy people with nothing better to believe in. Oh, and all you Real fucking World Who Wants to Marry a Fake American Idol Millionaire Wife Swapping Survivor of the Lost Reality Island-watching knuckle draggers....get off the goddamn couch and find a fucking hobby you stupid motherfuckers.

Books:

The Stand. Pride and Prejudice. The Davinci Code. Battle Royal. Cell. Where the Sidewalk Ends. The Dog Lovers Companion to California. plasticized maps of...well. .....anywhere.

Heroes:

The Tick. He's got muscles that can save the world. And that's good, cuz that's where I keep my stuff. And this girl.I love her to death, and back again. She's beautiful, and smart and she makes me laugh until I think I'm going to pee. (oops, I just did....dammit she's funny) She's my nummah one, bff, my b.b.k.f.

My Blog

hiss hiss bang bang

NOT a happy camper. And confirmed, fucking huge. And pissed off. Needless to say, the steel cage held. I was, like, 2 feet from the dude when I took those pictures. And let me reitterate...he was PISS...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 12:54:00 PST

heeerrrree kitty kitty kitty.....

I just got home. It is dark. There is a muther fucking huge ass mountain lion in the steel cage trap we set up for it this afternoon.And I do mean FUCKING huge. I'm waiting for Art the Brave Husband t...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 09:45:00 PST

And then there were 2

Well, 3 if you count Clark the Goat. Fucker ate another one last night.
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:48:00 PST

Another one bites the dust....

Godammit. 3 left.  
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 06:55:00 PST

The things you do for friends....

We are so fucked, Val*. H called this morning to see if I wanted to go for a hike. Sure, of course, anything to help get her mind distracted from Spirit, if even for an hour or two. So she heads up he...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 10:50:00 PST

A little light reading...er...chewing?

He's come so far: he's housebroke (no accidents in sooooo long), he knows all the basic commands (sit, down, go lay down, stop that, quiet, go crate, NOW, drop it, get it, stay, bring it here, reforma...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 09:31:00 PST

This is not my blog, but you will enjoy it

This is an excerpt from Max's blog...I enjoy most everything he writes, and thought you might like this lil' snippet. It echos my growing-up and my sentiments on kids today and the pussification/ ster...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 03:31:00 PST

now I can go to bed.

Sabres beat the Bruins 2-1 in OT. Final goal was AWESOME. Now sleep. Exhausted.
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 10:57:00 PST

Not really hooky from work

I was looking forward to this off-site managers meeting, but you know, I woulda rather been at work with peeps I know and like. Most of it was good, but none of it was really fun and some of it was ju...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 09:34:00 PST

Review

This is a filled pancake pan. I saw this about a month ago in a Williams Sonoma catalog. I was intrigued, yet skeptical. I mean, filled pancakes sound okay, but when you start callling them Ebelskiver...
Posted by Pissy Kitten on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 12:23:00 PST