I desperately want help but at the same time I feel like other people deserve it more than I do.
Cat’s REAL agenda.
Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked. You should totally go there, like right now.
Tumblr confuses me because I always forget which ones of you I know in real life.
Maybe it’s for the best.
I’m going to see the Slowpoke to my Slowbro on Tuesday! We haven’t seen each other in years!
We’re probably going to watch Doctor Who and complain about everything.
I need to trust first impressions more. I always end up dating or having flings with people who gave me the worst first impression. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Fun first meetings:
One threatened to murder a friend of mine.
One told me there were too many immigrants in Glasgow.
One demanded I compliment his drunken singing, then got angry and screamed at me.
Next time I meet someone and my first impression is “I never want to speak to them again” I should just go with that. No more listening to people who say “…But he’s really a nice guy!”
No. No. That is never true.
Novel idea: modern rewrite of Cyrano de Bergerac. Replace big nose with neckbeard, dueling with TF2.
This is my cat when she was 3.
It was her 19th birthday a couple of weeks ago. With the way her health has been declining in the last few months, it was probably her last birthday.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this.
It just breaks my heart to see how old and lonely she is. She’s lost other kitty-friends during her long life. And I’m far away too now. I wish there was a way she could understand that I’m thinking of her and that I’ll always come back. She’s always so sad when I have to leave.
I’m just scared that it will happen while I’m far away from her. I want to be there to tell her everything will be ok. She’s always been my best buddy. I can’t stand the thought of her leaving this world feeling scared and lonely. Thinking that I forgot about her. I just hope I won’t be far away when it happens. Unfortunately I can’t really control these things. I just wish there was a way she could know I’ll always come back when I’m needed.
I think sleep deprivation is making me too emotional.