Here’s the story with the weather being so stinky for so long.
My world is getting even smaller. How do you find anything interesting to write about when you never leave your apartment? There’s just so much you can write about a cat. And frankly I gotta admit that David is right. Nobody gives a shit about my cat.
Stephanie threatened to punch me if I sent her one more photo of Elvis and even my sister, who is the sweetest person in the world, starts humming when I mention him.
I know that since I know nothing about cats the things that I find interesting may not be to everyone’s taste. For example, did you ever see a cat use the litter box? It’s brilliant. He digs a hole, does his business and then covers it all up without touching it.
Did I just hear you snoring?
Absolutely no one is interested. I had to send dave an email about business and at the end I wrote “I got a cat”
At one time I was able to fill my blog with stories about David. He used to never disappoint but he’s been traveling a lot and even when he’s here it’s just same old same old. He hates this guy. He wants to shoot that guy.
How can someone write a blog when their life is so fucking boring?
My sister and I are going to spend a week in Italy in April. If you can just hold on until then maybe if I go to another land something worth writing about will happen to me.
Until then 7uuuuuiii[000 you’ll just have to settle for/23MMMM my cat walking on the keyboard.
Or as my mother used to say when I said I was bored. “Clean your room”.