Today I played catch up with a friend over a bottle of wine. We got to talking about people who come in and out of our lives…she said it sounds like there’s another chapter about someone who dropped out of my life. I sort of wish there were, and that bums me out.
On my drive home I felt really drained and icky so I stopped at a park, laid in the grass and watched the clouds roll by.
Still feeling icky, solitary and borderline emotional, I did what any good emotional dummy does: I curled up in bed with my cat and watched an episode of Intervention. Bah. That show is one depressing motherfucker. But it did the trick. Then I took eighty-four pictures of my cat. (Yes, EIGHTY-FOUR.) I’d post a few of them, but WordPress hates me right now.
stop feeling sorry yourself, Dave thinks your cute!
I think your cute too,you and your vagina.
Odd and interesting that we seem to be feeling the same way on the same day. OR is it just that we feel crappy the majority of the time, so the odds are good.
Don’t feel bad… I literally cried into the tile grout. And my cats won’t cuddle with me
. But I will hold hands with you over the table ANYTIME!
At least they’re not pictures of flowers…your cats were probably doing something interesting! I have a bad habit of getting caught up in the past and what ifs. It can make for a real shit day!
WordPress doesn’t hate you, it’s just trying to tell you “Enough with the cat pictures.”
Nothing like people who had to work at messing up their lives to make you feel good about yours!
Fuck today.
sdragoc,
Me and my vagina thank you and Dave!
meggypoo,
Fucking assholes! Let’s go for drinks and hold hands soon.
punchlinewalking,
It sure can make for a shit day – f that!
And I will admit, my cat wasn’t doing anything particularly interesting – mostly pawing at the camera. But I think he’s damn cute, even with giant feline man-tats.
yournamehere,
You’re not getting off that easy. I am the Dooce of cat blogs! Meow! Feel my claws!
Noelle,
Exactly!
How about Thursday night or any night this weekend (except Sunday)?
Feel my claws! Classic.
I friggin love that you took 84 pictures of your cat. I just knew we were kindred spirits. I knew it.
Love the new diggs by the way.
NICE PANTS!
84? Have you gone off the deep end?
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