Chewy??

I'm starting to see fur everywhere in NYC! I thought that maybe there was a wookie convention that no one told me about but sadly that was not the case.




I'm not talking about elderly women on their way to the theater in their mink coats from 1919. Is it just me or have young hot women in their early 20s started to wear a lot of fur? I work at a hotel and many beautiful women come from all over to shop and so many of them are wearing fur coats, fur hats, fur earmuffs, fur onesies. I'm scared.



Brand me with an H because yes your Annie is being a bit of a hypocrite. I have an extensive collection of leather (vintage) cowboy boots and I have been known to eat the occasional animal, but I eat free range! You know the animals who watch TV and surf the web all day before having their heads cut off in one painless motion.



It's just that I think that fur should be left to those in subzero temperatures and wookies.

NYC

last night it hit me how sweet life is. I was riding the 7 train home after the late shift at the hotel I work at. I've only lived in New York City for a little more than four years and I'm not claiming to be an expert but I think this city takes a while to start giving back.



My next birthday is my 30th and sometimes I wonder what exactly I'm doing here. I moved here to be an actor and a musician and a cliche. But not much has been thrown my way. I have been waking in the middle of the night wondering when New York will start to like me.



But I think it has started to. It took a few years I guess. Maybe New York has trust issues, so many people coming and going every single day. But it hit me last night that this is a city that is starting to support me, my dreams, and my mood swings. As I rode that 7 train and it spit us out from the tunnel just before approaching Court House Square, giving a view of the city that still makes me wanna sing, It dawned on me that New York has not given up on me yet. Not yet.



I often come back to that scene in one of my favorite movies: The Muppets Take Manhattan, in which my one of my favorite actors Kermit the Frog screams from the top of the Empire State building: "You hear me New York? I'm not giving up!"



Me neither Kermie.

My cat is trying to kill me. help.

Captain Sandwich is trying to kill me. He wants me dead and I don't know why. Captain Sandwich is a fat (16 lbs) orange son-of-a-gun with a very happy, bordering on special needs disposition. He is one of theses cats that thinks he's a dog and hugs me like a real person. We spoon when we sleep and have been known to share pizza. He came with me from Minnesota and seamed to love NYC but something has gone wrong.

Now when I come home has the look of fear in his eyes, like he was the whiteness to a homicide. He is affectionate at first and happy to see me but then something changes. He starts to scream then chases me all over the house biting and scratching. I tried ignoring him at first but it fucking hurts! Someone once told me that declawing at cat is akin to ripping off your fingernails so Captain has all of his claws and when he scratches me I bleed. Now Captain and I have a ritual of him chasing me around the house while I scream like a crackhead. Today i had not other choice but to hit him over the had with a pillow.
I don't know what I did to him. Maybe he misses Minnesota, maybe he misses his balls, but I cannot live like this anymore. Captain Sandwhich is my home slice but I don't want to be afraid of my cat anymore. I'm a grown woman trying to make sense of my life in NYC and it’s hard enough without my cat trying to rip off my skin.

Oh Captain my Captain, how did I let you down?