i need to wear that shirt more often, k-os seems to think it is inspiring. i need to wear more shirts in general that are the same colour as my skin pigment.
i have dementia or soon i will i think i am already showing signs of it, that and senility. don’t worry i will make it in vogue somehow, promise. i know i have it cos when i leave the condo it takes me five minutes to close and lock the door and i have to re-check on cid to make sure he did not get out and if i do not see him with my eyes as i am walking backwards slowly toward the door i figure ok he got loose during the half second i looked away. i get trapped in this infinite OCD loop where i go back to where he is sitting or eating and go to the door, go back to him again, then to the door and by the third time he is like WHAT IS GOING ON? and then he bolts for the door.
the carpetting in the hallway camouflages him so if i am not paying attention when i leave i don’t notice him chilling out there it’s just like oh i must be on acid right now cos there’s something skulking around with a face oh that’s the cat pretty much like the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland.
so people are waiting for me downstairs and i am a notoriously late person to begin with meanwhile they call i say ok down in a minute and they are thinking ok she is turning off lights or something but really i have my hand on the doorknob in the hallway poking my head into the apartment every 3 seconds to make sure cid is still doing his impression of a loaf of bread by the window.
ok i have to draw a picture of saddam hussein now because that is how i get in the holiday spirit.
oh yeah i dropped the camera on my keyboard and the ‘s’ button flew off now i feel poor.
me: my dad is bragging about me at work
ahaha
Phil: hilarious
