And kid you better get the picture.

Twentysomething. Midwesterner. Queer. Cat lady. Jew Wannabe. Uke player.
Knitter. Socialist-leaning liberal.

I like Bruce Springsteen, The Office, and orange juice. I also like Karl Pilkington, Big Love, and This American Life.

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Pregnant women are so fucking weird

wamiv:

it doesn’t look or seem at all natural to me. People growing inside of people. Being an animal is weird. 

Agreed.  You will never, ever catch me growing another human being inside of me and then popping it out 9 months later.  Never.

36 notes  09/04/10  #i'm a catch  #nb4r  #Sam Love = not a fan of vagina explosion

“When Bruce Springsteen turned 25, he had created what was arguably the greatest rock album in the history of all time! Me? Just this morning I took about a dozen pictures of my cat.”

— Me, talking about my milestone of a birthday today

Notes  30/03/10  #bruuuuuuuuuuuce  #cat ladies of tumblr unite  #clotu  #i'm a catch  #it's my geburtsdag

Dear Body,

This business of waking me up to poop at 6:30am EVERY MORNING regardless of what time I went to bed (and no matter if the last time I ate anything was at 6:30pm or 11pm) has got to go.  I mean, seriously.  I willing to be flexible with you on this poop schedule here, but you know I am not a morning person.  Also, it’s really hard to get any decent sleep in the following hour to 90 minutes before I actually have to be up for the day.  So, think about it and get back to me.  Thanks.

Hugs and Bunnies,
Sam Love

1 note  20/03/10  #nb4r  #i'm a catch

I don’t refer to my cats as my “children” or my “babies.”  At least not in English, anyway.  (I do call them mes bébés or bébé as if that somehow absolves me of any crazy cat ladiness.)  I also refrained from calling myself “mama” for a whole year after Hanna Kate came to live with me, but that’s gone to pot.  After I got Griffin, I couldn’t deny the crazy cat lady within any longer.  This would be Griffin, otherwise known as: The Griff-Meister General Sweet Pea (which has evolved into Sweetest Pea or Sweetiest Pea and also lead to Sweet Petite) Griffy or Grifsy Gwiffin, Gwiffy, etc.

I don’t refer to my cats as my “children” or my “babies.”  At least not in English, anyway.  (I do call them mes bébés or bébé as if that somehow absolves me of any crazy cat ladiness.)  I also refrained from calling myself “mama” for a whole year after Hanna Kate came to live with me, but that’s gone to pot.  After I got Griffin, I couldn’t deny the crazy cat lady within any longer.  This would be Griffin, otherwise known as:

2 notes  20/03/10  #Griffin  #Caturday  #cat ladies of tumblr unite  #clotu  #i'm a catch

So, the other night, my best friend heard me refer to Hanna Kate as “Nana Kate” and promptly told me that I shouldn’t have nicknames for my cats because it doesn’t make sense.  (Either he or another friend has made the argument to me that our “human names” for cats are already their nicknames because they already have a real name in “cat language.”  Whatever.)  So this Caturday, I decided that I would share the most common nicknames for the furry felines in my home, starting with Hanna Kate. Hanna Kate Banana Kate (which spawned Nana Kate) Honey Bear (which has developed several variations, including Honey Nunny, Nunny Bear, Nana Bear, Honey-est/Nunniest Bear, and just plain Nunny) Nanny-Noo Like I’ve said in the past, I’m usually against baby talk, but put me in front of a furry animal and I’m like Jodi Foster in the movie Nell.  I just can’t help myself.

So, the other night, my best friend heard me refer to Hanna Kate as “Nana Kate” and promptly told me that I shouldn’t have nicknames for my cats because it doesn’t make sense.  (Either he or another friend has made the argument to me that our “human names” for cats are already their nicknames because they already have a real name in “cat language.”  Whatever.)  So this Caturday, I decided that I would share the most common nicknames for the furry felines in my home, starting with Hanna Kate.

Like I’ve said in the past, I’m usually against baby talk, but put me in front of a furry animal and I’m like Jodi Foster in the movie Nell.  I just can’t help myself.

Notes  20/03/10  #Caturday  #cat ladies of tumblr unite  #clotu  #i'm a catch  #my best friend ladies and gentlemen  #Hanna Kate

So, last night I was working on my some paperwork for my summer volunteer job and suddenly/randomly (without forethought or explanation) began singing, “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down…”

Does this mean I Rickrolled myself?

0 notes  20/03/10  #i'm a catch

“I can’t lay like this anymore. My tits are crushing my larynx.”

— Me, last night.  At least according to Paul and Kalyn.  Apparently this occurred around 1am this morning, when I was going on about 10 hours of sleep (in the last 48 hours) and two “adult beverages” on an empty stomach.

0 notes  07/03/10  #I'm a catch  #making memories