on my way for a tan yesterday i heard a cat mewling and mewling and i was wearing sunglasses because i didn’t wash my face or anything, makeup eyes from the nite before, i wanted to actually tan my face this time as well, anyway, i was walking looking down trying to be as invisible as possible but this cat is meowing and meowing and breaking my heart so i stop in front of this frat house around the corner and there is a cat up on the roof by a window meowing every five seconds so i walk up to the house and start pounding on the huge heavy door (Eliz the house you got weed from) then the window then i notice a doorbell and press it too and this huge fat (older, too old for living in a frat house, we see him cooking hamburgers sometimes on the porch) guy answers, i take down my hood to be more official (but keep my glasses on) and ask if a cat lives in this building he says yes i say well there is a cat on the roof meowing to be let in come with me so he follows me out across the street and i point at this farm-looking cat and he says oh that’s baxter i say can you please let him in it is breaking my heart he says yeah sure and i walk away really slow to time it so he is let in as i am walking away and i can still hear him meowing in my head even though i am four blocks away.
i was a bit antsy about daylight running out cos i didn’t want to look like a weirdo wearing glasses at nite even though we wear sunglasses on cloudy days all the time.
that is my story.
movie nite casualty.
an entire bottle i brought over which in hindsight i am happy about seeing as i had the spins wicked bad when we got home, no more white wine for raymi!
it was that cigarette too!
don’t forget to vote!
i should win because i faced my talking to strangers fear and rescued a cat that was left out in the cold.
here is a cute part from my email exchange with an internet buddy:
he wanted to break up with me because i called him a smug bastard, a dickhead and other things which i wholeheartedly felt he was being. to give you an idea of how right i was, at one point during our fallout, he strutted around the living room, clapping his hands at around head height. when i enquired as to what the fuck he was doing, he replied ”i am applauding your behaviour”!!! so of course i laughed (because that is really funny…poor guy) and told him that he was coming off as a smug bastard. he wanted to leave the room but i vetoed that by standing in the way. so he pushed me, hard against the wall which was alarming…he is a gentle guy usually, and its me that could cause the most mellow of characters to become violent…so.. anyway, i went out and had a lovely day, and came home and he didnt know if he loved me anymore. the first thing i said was ”ok, when are you moving out then?” he said he’d start looking for somewhere tomorrow… well i thought about it for a while and the thing is, i dont want to be without him. so i told him i’d rather cut my head off than live without him. i sort of meant just live in the flat..i didnt mean i would kill myself if he left or anything as deranged. then i told him he meant everything to me. then i farted by accident, a really cute button one. this apparently endeared me to him and he declared i love you! and so the ridiculous cycle goes…
i am just going to try to be really nice for a while.
