a question of nomenclature

since we call people who write weblogs "bloggers" can we call people on twitter "twits"?
there it is, your snark attack for the day.
in other news, i'm leaving my current rodent-infested shit hole and relocating to a hole sans rongeur et merde at the end of the month and am very much missing the days when everything i owned fit into a messenger bag. because now i have stuff. hmm. i must have been drunk at some point and decided that was a good idea.
as far as the new digs go i guess i won't get to watch my cat kill stuff as often although i will get to see her spazzy ass try to corner at high speed on hardwood floors. whoever came up with the combo of cats and hardwood floors, i owe you a drink. genius.
now go ride your bike.

apparently i have a secret admirer

weird...but now whenever i need a little ego boost i can remember that i've officially met the "craigslist standard" of attractiveness.
unfortunately for my "secret girlfriend" i already have a real girlfriend but i'm very flattered. and slightly weirded out.

techno people update

just as i was getting up to go pound on their door and inform them that although they might want to rave 'til dawn doing so directly underneath my apartment would be a bad mistake they finally turned it off. granted it took them 2 hours of going "oons oons oons oons" to get it out of their system but they turned it off.
fuckers.

seriously downstairs techno people...

...you get six more minutes.

addendum to idiocy

in case anyone out there thinks i'm just an asshole or exaggerating i have acquired this really nice grayish-purple bruise about three inches long and an inch tall on my right thigh from where my chapstick was in my pocket at the point of impact. good times.