I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
I know death doesn’t give warnings but, boy, does it have a sense of humor. The last words I said to my cat were, “Just go and die already.” Maybe the full moon last night did have as much power as all the astrologers said it would because my words came true. My orange bastard of a cat went and died already. He was old and had just pissed on the rug. I was mad so I shoved his nose in his mess and then put him outside, which wasn’t really a punishment. He loved going outside. He had cultivated several names in the many homes he frequented, but in my house, he was The Dude. The Dude would abide, but he also had strong opinions about the company I kept. He never warmed up to the kids. I think he considered himself my primary partner and didn’t like sharing my attention. He’d piss in your shoes or shit on your head while you slept if he didn’t want you around. He stood at the helm of my romantic life, the bastard. One day while shopping for protection dogs, this determined orange kitten crawled up my pant leg and didn’t leave me alone for the next 15 years. He earned the name because that’s what I shouted every time he charged at his reflection in a floor mirror, cracking his skull against the silver glass, “Dude!” It just stuck. The Dude and I were so closely connected before I became a human-mom that I would hold him and sob at the thought of him dying one day. And now that day is today. It was very un-dude of him to piss on my rug because yes, it really did tie the room together, but he did take his own exit, which is something he knew I wanted.
It’s that time again
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So all of these spectacular clips are from an ancient reel that’s been lying dormant on Actor’s Access (it’s a website for finding auditions). What a time capsule to find! Also, is Isuzu Rodeo code for something ? Cuz the subtext implies as much!
I made a wee little film over the summer and it’s gotten into 4 festivals so far! I’ll get better at announcing when they come up cuz I already missed 3 of them 🥴 Next one will be at the Leeds Queer Film Festival in February 🥰
🥹Samara and I met in a birthing class EIGHT years ago. Watching her rise to power to empower all women has been an immense joy and now her book has been birthed into the world, much like the babes we balanced in our bellies all those years ago. Congratulations, mama! She’s beautiful. 💖
I try this song on my hands and voice every few years, like an old pair of jeans, measuring what parts of me have changed and which parts are the same
The problem with this game was that it didn’t shuffle the questions. It was the same script each time. So you could only play it once in earnest. Oh technology, you’re one ephemeral bitch
Unpack at your leisure
The only scene in CSI where I wasn’t dead or being killed! [The killer ended up being Lolita Davidovich who strangled me while I gazed lovingly at my newborn]
Dawwwww bb’s first indie film!! It was a fake documentary about relationships. No characters were murdered.
Found this stick on a walk with my kids. Bought some cord. Watched a YouTube tutorial. Now I have a monument to that one weekend I fought the sads and won.
The Breakup Doctor w/ @thedeannarusso // MONDAYS at 7pm A call in show where Deanna answers viewers’ questions about sex, love, and and that time she was in #knightrider. Get #realadvice from *not* a real doctor.
