I slept fitfully last night, and all my dreams were to do with the Olympics.I picked at two fingernails until they bled today (re-read the above sentence).
Michael was bummed when I told him I didn't sleep in later than I did: he likes it when I lounge around at his place on Monday mornings because he loves me infinitely and wants me to always be happy.
Why the fck are they setting off fireworks at 10:45 when it could easily be done an hour earlier?
I need to be more communicative about me. I think. I dunno. I'll have to mull that one over some more. I've become rather guarded and wary when it comes to talking about myself and find it infinitely easier to be jovial and supportive of others.
It's dumb to relate all my emotion via blog and yet I like it because no one talks back or judges or gives suggestions and I have a bit of a free reign (for the most part).
Felix hissed at me twice today (and I didn't blow at him), but then he followed me down and wanted to jump in my lap while I was typing.
He loves me. I played with him and carried him around and he was all licky like how he gets and we get along really well when it comes down to it.
Fucking cat.
I like sushi.
My mom's wireless connection is dodgy.
I feel like I'm getting sick.
4 comments:
You're great!
Michael is sweet, hope you are really glad you have him. We had a cat that would lick, lick, lick you and then when you relaxed and thought it was sweet, he'd bite the shit out of you.
Overboard: thanks! That was super random.
Jomamma: I hope you gassed that cat. That's terrifying.
Let's just say he took up flying... flying across the yard, across the street. Who knows what happened to him after he and the Animal Control guy met up.
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