aw you are just a good ol regular ol friend. an you look nice too.

it has been recently pointed out that i sometimes do not dress "fancy" or whatever.

there's this class of people where even if they are probably totally normal okay people, the feeling you have about them is indistinguishable from the feeling of wanting them to die. bitch be *quiet* bitch *please*.

learn your lesson learn your lesson learn your lesson now

i feel like this "one focus group" was probably obviously just me and scott, but i don't remember being in one. BUSTANG

this

all he eats is tater tots and cafeteria pizza with mayo. blecchh.

ok so our next assignment in class is to rewrite this thurber poem for children but while we were reading it i kept picturing me as the husband and manduh as the unicorn and i just sat there cackling like a bat.

also prease to note how wusbandly i look

with my fine sleeken mustachios.

you say nothing i say happens happened, but *this* happened, and there was a man behind the fence and he looked at me, too, so suck it.

oo someone had a little tantrum yes someone did. and then felt like a real cooz the next morning. a reeeal loopy cooz.

and then the other thing obv is just who is cat anyway? just some frikken scavenger that is who. a frikken stinkbreath scavenger who lives at yr house for free.

i mean live your life or whatever, just to me it seems stupid, that's all.

all the blood just rushes. ba-da-bum ba-da-bum ba-da-bum.

woof. gut lawd. *NB* but then we weighed me at ikea yesterday and nothing has changed. i am super super weary of this particular psychosis.

in our defense it was a shuttle at frikken lorimer. those guys tend to be morons around there.

there are a lot of factors.

i was having some emotional hangover and this was the only thing that sounded like i felt like doing.

*shebam/pow*