my cat is lseeping on my fucking arm! well not anymore but for the love of fuck! there isnt anything more adarble then my sweet precious cat doing what it does best. over eat and barf all over the place like blair joiing the bulemia club at the local gym. but rather then extradite my anger at the lack of feeling in my arm, ill let her do what she also does best. sleep. a lot.
now this isnt any average fucking cat, this is a cat with some gusto. shell sleep anywhere she fucking wants, and i have just two inches of fucking blanket. im pissed, im angery, and her purring really isnt helping the situation. but thatsn ot what i want to rant about, or blarf… thats my new word of the day folks. blarf. blarg and barf. what either of those two are oding making baby words is beyond me. but still.
today i had a pang of guilt. not just any pang of guilt… well actually, no… i dont have any pangs of guilt. im trying not to bitch about my fucking ex girlfriend…. ex fiance actually. cant beleive i was THAT ( ) close to getting married. marriage is a big deal to me, the pageantry, the prose, that fucking race to see which family can light the candles first. it almost makes my heart ache thinking of thep ossibility of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with.
but no. i have a fucking cat on my lap. this does mostly nothing to alter my mood from, “aw…. thats cute!” to “aw…. somethings biting my ankle and now i cant itch it because this cats on my fucking lap!” actually, it does a lot. but thats just between us.
so there are three things wrong with me tonight, i have a fucking cat on my lap, im sneezing like a bitch, and im tired. so why am i up this late? am i worried? am i listless. i have a list, i just odnt know where it is…. aww…. her furs so soft! its sooo sweet! thats it for me tonight.