musings

My goal for the impending school year is to stop taking myself so damn seriously.

Today I walked a dog for like two and half hours. And endured well-deserved mockery over my pseudo-crush on a waiter at the Chinese restaurant.

Which leads me to the imminent question: how on EARTH do people ask out complete strangers? Are most people seriously that much less awkward than I am? Although, I would have felt slightly better about myself if my black shirt wasn't smothered with white cat hair.

My cat hates me. She only lets me hold her until she is satisfied that she's deposited enough of herself on me that I will be nothing less than a walking embarrassment, then bites my shoulder and yowls until I put her down.

Cats are cool. I think they're a lot smarter than we give them credit for. The weird thing about cats is that they have a myseriously intelligent look about them, like they're carefully choosing what words to respond to to keep me guessing at how much they can actually understand. People say that China is going to be the next economic superpower, but I'm not convinced. I'm pretty sure it's only a matter of time before cats put aside their inhibitions and take over the world. In which case I'd better find a way to get my cat to stop hating me.

If my cat were a person she would be an albino Roseanne.