i swear i'm not dead

hey folks! i know it's been almost a month since my last post, and i didn't even finish list week. 
we moved to a new apartment. all be it we only moved about 50 ft away; i've been working full time, and i'm a lazy jerk. 
but here's what's up:

we moved from the house we were living in to a classy one bedroom. living with four other people is awesome until you realize no one cleaned. 

the landlord found chewy, so we found a pet friendly place that happened to be conveniently close, and we still get to speculate on what "the scientists" are really doing. i'm pulling for a grow house. 

our new place has wood floors. it's amazing. and the closet is ginormous. i swear to god i'm going to reach in for a dress and fall on my ass in narnia. 

but because the floors are so slick, chewy keeps face-planting into things. 

the first day we brought her to the new place she took off and went right into the cabinets.

she's already started sleeping in the cabinets again.

shan and kirby moved back to lafayette, so justin and i are keeping watch over their monkeys while they find a place.

justin started call optimus brick because he gives you this slightly retarded look like:

"you're not ron!"

gary on the other hand is a creeper and answers back when you talk to him. i'm not even kidding.

me: "gary, what the hell man!"

 "mow"

me: "you're the one who shit on the hookah weren't you!"

 "mow"

that was a real conversation that i had with a cat. i'm going to end up going bat shit crazy and owning a hippie house with a thousand cats like tom chew said. thanks guys, your dreams are coming true. 

oh and yeah gary crapped on my hookah.

given the current situation, and the fact that gary and optimus shared a small open litter box, chewy thought she would get in on the action. 

for four days straight i was cleaning litter and other random nasty cat products out from their corner that i shoved all the cat related items in. it's a feeble attempt to believe that i'm in control of this apartment. 

i went out on my day off last week and bought some anti cat butt smell products. i feel like i'm taking back my territory, but it's really a matter of perspective.

on another note our house owner land lord dude got our new refrigerator. when we moved in there was a small black mini fridge in the corner that sounded like it was clinging to life with all it's micro-might. 

it leaked in the front because it iced over in the back. i didn't mind the mini fridge really. i didn't even notice how crappy it was until josef brought in the new fridge, which comparatively made the mini fridge look "like a dried out turd on a bad stretch of road". 

it's like snookie versus mila kunis, or any other actress with real talent for that matter. 

the difference was so great, and i was so tired that day, that it reminded me of playing pokemon blue when i was like 10. 

oh childhood.