I am trying like mad
I am trying like mad to dodge a flight to Colorado that will place me working through the weekend. I'm sick. I am absolutely the neediest sick boy on Earth. I need lots and lots of TLC and pampering. I'm miserable when I'm sick. I'm sick. Anyhoo, I've got a bulimic cat. I forgot to mention that the other day. I believe Bianca binges on kitty food and the goes in the bathroom stall to purge. I always wondered how she kept such a supermodel figure. Penny has always been jealous. I really need to go grocery shopping, but there is a giant bucket of water pouring from the clouds above Houston right now. Where the hell did this come from?
ps. I'm still at work and my day is getting worse by the second. Yay me!
pps. fuck
pps. fuck
I have tons of work to do 2… I dont even have time to update my blog! :o|
anyway, I just came to say “Hola!”
just a thought: one has higher chances of meeting a functional, emotionally stable human female if one does not spend bulk of free time with various sexy cats.
(it’s an idea.)
do the cats sneak your martini olives when not looking? i’m quite partial to the olives. yes. alcohol drenched anything.
Where in Colorado? -
Dude, I’d keep an eye on your cat. Take a look at the skin really closely. Any yellow and you need to get it to the vet to see if it’s got lipidosis like Lucky had. I’ve nearly lost her twice to it and wouldn’t want you go have to go through the worst of it.
I have two bulimic cats. They’ve binged and purged for years, akshully. It’s really rather revolting.
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