Royals are just like us

Yeowling isn't just for the bourgeoisie, royals do it too (keep working on it Kate)!

yeowling in our dreams

so prompted by an email strand with jsy2, i thought this post should be bout the yeowls we dream.

jsy2 told this story about pre-bedtime sentimentality and BP oil spills, noting that she "should have ended the story with dreaming about pink flamingos."

which reminded me that i dreamt of her 2 nights ago:

"it was you in those blue and peach goggles and a swim cap pulled over your ears shouting at a bunch of drowning wet poodles, calling them retards for not being able to master the doggy paddle. you then threw meghan in the water to demonstrate correct technique."

janet is such a hottie in those goggles and swim cap, if she wore them around more (think: teased hair and black eyeliner of iconic brigitte bardot) i'm sure this look would quickly make its way into many a perverted dream....

Goodbye Heterosexual Lifemate

The JSY's reunited this week. There was probably too much giggling, a healthy does of snarkiness, enough panthering to last till the next reunion and, of course, tons of yeowling. Oddly enough, there wasn't any stampeding, but we were sleep deprived.

I'm already going through withdrawal. I'm too sleepy and sad to post much else, except "call me once you FINALLY charge your phone so I know you made it back alright".

move or stay?

so should the jsys be on the same coast again??

places i've moved in the last 10 years and lived in for at least 3 months:
palo alto-->washington dc-->palo alto-->paris, france-->cambridge, MA-->hong kong-->palo alto-->hunan, china-->princeton-->mongolia-->hawaii-->princeton-->hawaii-->san francisco-->cambodia-->washington dc

what is that? like 16 moves? 11 distinct locations? sure there was some moving back to places to get degrees and all that nonsense, but i've basically been nomadic up until the last 2 years in d.c. some of it was in search of adventure, some of it was straight up running away.

but every time i've moved i've given up on things like making close friends, sports, dating, saving up money to buy a place, etc. i know it's time to change jobs...but where should i be looking? for once, i feel kinda settled...even tho it's d.c. and SF is my favorite city in the world. and the other jsy--who's been my closest buddy-- is all the way across the country. oh double yeowl and decisions.

someone had to..

YEOWL FOR CINCO DE MAYO! YEOOOOWOOWLWLLLWLWLLWLWLL!!! YEWOOOOLLLLLLLL YEOOWWWWLLL!!! :))

since the jsys are on opposite coasts til next week, merav is once again MIA, ksc now has a little baby to feed, gerrard is terrorizing the big apple, and alex moved to moldova, there will be no collective yeowling til 3am, no tequila shots (ahem, right?), no falling down a flight of stairs, no shared futons, no hoarse/lost voices the next day, no 3 block cab rides home. man. a lot can change in one year (and by that, i mean we sure as hell matured a TON....). and yet, the spirit of the yeowl lives on.

jsy2, i miss you. thanks for calling me at work and screeching "HAPPY CINNNNCCCOOOOOO DEEE MAYYYYYYOOOO!!!!" at the top of your lungs-- not once, but 5 times. it made my morning. you're right-- it is exactly like the sound of harmonious bells and angels singing.

lil yeowls from tired girls

Always the less amorous of two jsys, I am happy to report that here on the east coast spring has only meant the premature death of naked baby birds plummeting out of trees onto concrete sidewalks. Gross, I know, but even more disgusting is how these little darlings have become Zooey’s favorite source of protein.

For those of us who are wholeheartedly immune to phermonal outbreaks and other such romantic inclinations, la saison de coeur has meant...well... *yeowl* (see picture above). Let’s face it…new relationships are *kinda* tiring. Granted, rollicking good fun-- like tromping through mud puddles and flinging writhing earthworms into creeks-- but exhausting.

On the plus side, I’m learning new words. Or being reminded of old ones. Like “rigamarole”-- which I haven’t heard since Snooky the Elephant got footloose and fancy free, impulsively bounding into the ball pit with the pre-todds at the Hayward County Fair. yeooooowl.

spring is in the air

My sister is one of the two yeowl followers, and I can hear her saying "gross" already.

Yesterday I got more attention from the opposite sex then I have the entire winter season. "I think I'm in heat (yeoooowl)", I told my friend Mike, in attempt to explain this abnormality, "Smell me and tell me if I smell different". He refused to sniff me (wise move my friend, wise move).

Mike's hypothesis is that its Spring, and people become amorous when the weather heats up. Though, living in northern california where the weather is always lukewarm, thats not a very good explanation. "Maybe its because of the full moon", was his next guess, "the full moon always makes people a little crazier". The next full moon is May 27th. Yeowlers, be prepared.