>I went to go get my kitty on Monday — her name’s Fitzi =]

Check out the previous pictures.

She’s about 3 months old now, I’ve spent the last few days just hanging at home and playing with the kitten. She loves chasing balls and sleeping under the covers. I’m trying my best to give her as much attention as Franna got when she was a kitten — she turned out wonderfully and I can only hope I can raise another stupendous kitty.

The brain turns out to have more storage space then all computers combined, that’s a lot of memory.

I’ve been running w/o spell check for the past few days, Mac API is always behind. Se la vie.

I started @ GAP last night, skipped my orientation and went right to the floor. I mainly looked around where things went, folded, and straitened. There weren’t many customer’s on a Tues night, but just as well because I needed a little hand-holding for the first day.

It was good to be working, a little discouraging at 7.50 an hour… but I didn’t want to earn that much anyhow. I enjoy the people, networking, having something to go do, and of course since it’s the GAP have to look my best 😉

I’m carefully weighing how much it costs to eat, drive, dress, and groom for this job vs what I actually take home. Up to $100 shouldn’t effect my bennefits, and even then I don’t lose out on the bennefits, they’ll just be depleated slower.

I’m off for the day to go visit my friend(s) @ UMASS — always iffy about the dorms, and they always seem overly confident that there’s nothing to worry about.

A friend of mine knows truly not what she does — decidedly a user, of people that is. It’s frustrating because I figured it would work itself out, that she’d realize eventually — or maybe she knows and is denying it by asking the exact question to others that she needs to be asking herself. “What in the world could cause someone to not want to hang with me?” It’s not calling people to “hang out” when that involves driving you to your better friend’s house, hanging out, and driving you back – or driving you to the mall, or wherever… especially after “getting your own car” (turns out only for the summer), not calling anyone, being a rude bitch, then suddenly calling your old friends once your need for rides resumes.

*ahem* OK — I feel better now.