I am sitting here wondering what I'm supposed to be doing at this ungodly hour as I listen to my cat scratch at her litter box...yeah she blew it up OMG!!! How such potency could come out of that little body is beyond me. You know I was thinkin the other day; when Caretta takes a shit...she digs her privacy. She has a cover for her litter box...she's fine in there as she handles her business but when I go, she has to come in to the bathroom and sit at my feet. Blinking away. What about MY privacy? When did taking a shit become a spectator sport? Oh and she purrs like mad!!! I mean what is so soothing? Is it the plopping sound or the smell...it might just be making her high as a kite...I don't get it.
Hey is this blogging?!?! Eh...I'm just missing something...
You know some gestures have serious meaning and implication...some don't. Some that you think will have an impact on you fizzle out like a bomb that just goes "pop". I don't know what I expected but I suppose if it was as easy as getting rid of some things then I'd have to question what I felt to begin with. Maybe the gesture meant something, maybe it didn't...I guess as in everything else, time will tell. Maybe I just need a f**king heart transplant...
Hey is this blogging?!?! Eh...I'm just missing something...
You know some gestures have serious meaning and implication...some don't. Some that you think will have an impact on you fizzle out like a bomb that just goes "pop". I don't know what I expected but I suppose if it was as easy as getting rid of some things then I'd have to question what I felt to begin with. Maybe the gesture meant something, maybe it didn't...I guess as in everything else, time will tell. Maybe I just need a f**king heart transplant...
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