new kitty!!

readers of this blog will know that my mom likes to tell me lots of lies. one of my first memories of her lying to me is when she was pregnant with al, she told me i could name the baby. and what did i think would be a beautiful name for the new baby girl? prairie dawn, the name of the prettiest character on sesame street. my mom, being a lie-y liar, when she heard my nice suggestion, promptly told me that she decided that she was going to name the baby "allison beth", a much uglier name than "prairie dawn".
but there's a light at the end of this dark tale: i was finally able to use the name "prairie dawn" on my new kitty! i love my kitty lots and lots. i am also totally terrified that i am going to do something to kill her. maybe this fear has something to do with the fact that she almost got smushed under the fridge within the first three seconds that i had her in the apartment.
now, i have to leave her by herself all day while i'm at work. i've been trying to run home during lunch to check on her, but right before i open the door, i always get this feeling of panic that she might be dead.

here is a list of ways that my kitty could die:
choking on food
strangling herself with her toy
falling from the tall pillow
getting loose in the apartment and suffocating under the fridge
smashing into the wall
drowning in her water bowl
crunching her head under the dresser

that's all that's coming to mind. i better check on her now.

law applications and shit.

i've realized that my personal statement is making me sound dangerously like a messiah. which of course i am, but i want to keep it on the dl until i'm admitted - no need to start running any mental health background checks on the ol' jordan name. oh god. also, in what context to you think it is appropriate to use the word "butt" on my application? because i totally went there. let's see how that one goes over.