I love my roommate's cat.
EXCEPT WHEN HE DOESN'T STOP YELLING AT ME.
Seriously, if he could just type it really would be in ALLCAPS. He's so adorable and really? He just wants me to hold him. All the time. But you see, I can't hold him all the time. There are some special times, like when I'm showering or eating or sleeping or working when I can't hold him. And I guess he doesn't understand that, because he's a cat.
I'm his sole provider until Blu gets back from NY, and for the most part I love it, but it's definitely getting old. And? It made me think seriously about having kids. Because if I can't take a cat yelling at me all day long, how am I going to take care of an infant?
That is all.
PAINT IT RED!
welcome to my world... hybrid art house/burner/scenester parties, art gallery openings, wine-induced philosophical arguments, concerts, sporadic street festivals, etc. I'll be your virtual tour guide to my experiences here in San Francisco.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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