2010 is the year I have officially given up on the "spend your year like you spent the first day of it" superstition, as so far today, I've done laundry, washed dishes, planned for a party (not the pity party I'm currently having) that never happened, and I'm ending the evening alone, crying, and cleaning up the cat diarrhea that is spread from one end of the living room to the other. I think I'm going to have to steamclean the carpet. There was a family emergency, so Michelle is out of town, I haven't spent an evening alone with her in over two weeks, and the cats won't stop breaking things. The ones who aren't expelling bubbles of shit everywhere, that is.

So, verily, fuck today. Fuck it right in the goat ear.
I love animals.  I would never abuse one.  Please keep that in mind when you read the following:

I am going to MURDER these fucking cats if they don't SETTLE DOWN.  All.  Fucking.  Night.  Oh my gods, I want to scream and throw things at them.  I realize that they are cats, and that they are -retarded- cats at that, but Jesus tapdancing Christ, I have NEVER met two more annoying animals in my life.  EVER.  I have shared space with MANY cats, including several who actively did NOT like me and tended to show it in aggressive, often violent ways.  Some days I can't imagine anything more wonderful that dropping these two fucking cats off at the pound and running away screaming in the other direction.  They are both SO STUPID.  I just want to tear my hair out.

Alas, I'm stuck with them.  I'll just have to deal with it until my room(!) is constructed, and I can declare it a cat-free zone.

December 2015



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