Catpiss Neverclean
I'd like you to know that my self care routine lasted approximately two and a half weeks before I got tired of looking at myself, and gave up. I'm a quitter quite naturally, so that's something awesome about me. "What, this is hard? Never mind, I'm going to take a nap." I'd have made an excellent cat.
Speak of cats, my cat and my dog have taken to alternating parts of the hallway to use as a toilet, and I'm about to lose my mind. This is precisely why I loathe carpet. It's like it sings these little furshits a song that tells them, "Here, my beautiful fluffy bitches, here is where you want to do your business!" My land lord is going to have a fit if I can't get it all up, and that makes me sad because he's actually a decent guy. The carpet is older than I am, though, so maybe he'll just have to finally have to replace it from something maybe even from the 80's?
I'm in the middle of reading like 8 books, so how's that for commitment issues? I'm almost done with Crazy Rich Asians and a book on crystals, so naturally I started on a book written by Reese Witherspoon, and a book written by that chick who flips houses with some husband of hers named Chip. I also have a book about the Cartel I'm trying to struggle my way through, a book about gayness in entertainment that so far reads like the most boring textbook ever, a Shakespearean play I have no need to finish now, and book of poetry. I don't know why I have the attention span of Dory but for damn I should start finishing these books at some point.
Maybe right after I get the gallons of pee out of my hallway.
I hate myself.
Speak of cats, my cat and my dog have taken to alternating parts of the hallway to use as a toilet, and I'm about to lose my mind. This is precisely why I loathe carpet. It's like it sings these little furshits a song that tells them, "Here, my beautiful fluffy bitches, here is where you want to do your business!" My land lord is going to have a fit if I can't get it all up, and that makes me sad because he's actually a decent guy. The carpet is older than I am, though, so maybe he'll just have to finally have to replace it from something maybe even from the 80's?
I'm in the middle of reading like 8 books, so how's that for commitment issues? I'm almost done with Crazy Rich Asians and a book on crystals, so naturally I started on a book written by Reese Witherspoon, and a book written by that chick who flips houses with some husband of hers named Chip. I also have a book about the Cartel I'm trying to struggle my way through, a book about gayness in entertainment that so far reads like the most boring textbook ever, a Shakespearean play I have no need to finish now, and book of poetry. I don't know why I have the attention span of Dory but for damn I should start finishing these books at some point.
Maybe right after I get the gallons of pee out of my hallway.
I hate myself.
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