keanu reeves is pretty
tuesday, december 25, 2001
why do my parents keep calling me at 8 a.m.? i mean, i love that they have called me pretty much daily during my entire stint as a dog sitter, but 8 a.m.? i've been in this time zone on and off for 4 years now! it's christmas! 8 a.m. is just wrong on christmas.
people who don't know who keanu reeves is are also clearly wrong. a friend of mine likes to proclaim his utter ignorance as far as pop culture and celebrities goes, and it drives me nuts. being a pop culture/celebrity loofa, soaking up little info and names of insignificant actors is just what i do. not intentionally, mind you--it just has always been that way.
they're right up there with the people who like to tell everyone again and again that they don't even own a teevee, like the rest of us sheep. ha ha. or.. i mean. not that everyone should know way too much pop culture stuff, no no. it's just.. keanu reeves? it's... keanu reeves. come on now.
the man whose name means 'the coolness' in hawaiian? mr "i have the most perfect eyebrows on earth" keanu reeves? the man of a thousand "whoa."'s? pfeh. :)
see? this is what happens when the phone wakes me up at 8 a.m. it's just not right. (keanu is pretty. prrrrretty!) cin cin!�� 9:17 a.m.
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okay. most who know me, also know that i'm a cat-freak, courtesy of my sammy. dogs are okay. shrug. i never grew up around a lot of dogs, aside from a few visiting ones, so i'm just a bit.. ambivalent. not too impressed, shall we say.
that said, i agree--there are some wonderful dogs out there that seem like they would be fun to have around. angela's dog, for instance. incredibly lovable creature. he is just indescribably cute when i chase him around the house, and then he'll stop, pant, and look at me all 'catch me, come on, catch me!' cute. haha.
but here's the main difference between dogs and cats (apart from the obvious species difference).. it's the attention thing. dogs are total attention sluts. hyper social. if i go sit down anywhere, he'll come and literally sit on my feet. cats don't do that. you sort of have to go find them on your own and then hope they're in the mood to let you cuddle them just a bit, or they'll get up, look at you with disdain and settle down half a foot further away. rinse and repeat.
dogs seem to be always alert, always shifting between knocked out napping or psycho-hyper. my cat is hyper about once a year when he has his annual freak out and inexplicably starts to run, run, run around the apartment like an idiot. (though i'm told he's probably triggered by some sound only he can hear. whatever. i still think he's just nuts.)
this dog does that a couple of times A DAY. which is fun. it is. but psycho-hyper. this dog can be napping soundly only to awaken in a nano-second at some mysterious sound 500 miles away. now, cats do that too, but then they go back to napping. not dogs.
there's barking. then there's studly running to various doors and gruffing. staring out windows. gruffing. looking at me with a "hey! hey! somebody there!" urgency. freaking me the hell out! hahaha. dogs are scary.
see, my cat at home is my alarm system. i have him sleep in my room so that i can go to sleep without freak anxiety because we're psychically linked, and he'll tell me if something was really going on because he's a neurotic cat who freaks out by other people. he doesn't bother with false alarms. of course, he'd be a lousy defender against an intruder, but that's okay; so would i be.
but i used think a dog would be a cool thing to have for pure defense/alarm purposes. not any longer. not only is this dog too small, cute and friendly to provide any sort of defense against anything, he has an alarm freak out every few hours, convincing me that something scary is lurking outside. i think i'd rather not know, thank you.
oh well. he is cute. and perfect for a family. now if he could just stop lick-attacking my feet and hands (i swear he's the reason i broke out in hives along my right hand and arm), and stopped freaking me out about intruders, he'd be my dream dog as well. as it is now, he's just runner-up to my cat.
blah. blah blah blah. i can't believe i'm reduced to typing about the dog and keanu reeves and it's only tuesday. heheh. what's next--i detail my cooking habits this week? (baked pasta, mmm!) �� 11:59 p.m.
