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Rome : Day V – Disabled Pussy

We started the day off with lunch at Rossopomodoro next to the Sanctuary.  I don’t know for sure, but I have a feeling that the place is part of a chain that would be somewhat akin to TGIFriday’s in America.  Nonetheless, the food was still quite good – even crappy Italian food is better than anything you would get without a reservation back home.

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Love, Loyalty, and Four Legs : Our Pets

Every time I go overseas for a while, I only think about two things on the flight home – seeing my Dad and seeing my cat, Clifford. I can’t help but smile wide when Cliff goes through his routine of greeting me at home after several weeks apart : chirpy meows for a minute, then walking away with a stiff tail pointed skyward, turning around, more chirpy meows, then trotting back to me purring and rubbing my legs. Oh sure, he’s excited I’m home, but before he can display that he needs to let me know that I fucked up, he knows it, and it is unacceptable. Continue reading Love, Loyalty, and Four Legs : Our Pets

Notes from Cleaning Day

Now that I’ve been back home for a week or so, the state of cleanliness in the house was becoming a major irritant.  Since a maid is no longer in the budget (although I have to admit – unemployed with a maid would be an epic pimp move), I had to accept the fact that I was going to give up the better part of a day doing housecleaning.  Several things caught my attention and/or ire :

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Paris : Day 24 – Hidden Pussy

So either I’m just lucky, I have telekinetic powers, or the girl next door reads my website – unfortunately the second is more probable than the third – but she has finally stopped doing a can-can dance with her keys every morning.  Alas, I have a new enemy in the building.

The building must employ some kind of cleaning person, because every few days there is someone vacuuming the stairs and the landing on every floor.  The idea in itself is a little absurd, because the building is old and mostly filthy anyway, and the carpet they’re maintaining is dirty and threadbare.  Even if the occasional sweep to pick up litter would be beneficial, I really don’t know what a vacuum cleaner is bringing to the party here.

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