Posted 03-06-2005 at 05:28 AM by Leena
[center]I hate talking about myself. I don't want anyone to know how I feel. Even though I enjoy blabbing a lot. I'm complex.
Anyway, time to talk about Mimi.
Currently, she's running around my room like the normal freak she is, chasing twist ties and those little plastic things when you open gallons of milk.
Then, she loves carrying them on my bed, and playing with them for 5 seconds while her mind gets preoccupied with running around some more, and biting my feet as her way of reminding me to feed her.
Then, when I go to sleep... I lay down on all her shit, and BAD KITTY! ensues. But, she looks at me with her big eyes... I go to snuggle... she tolerates it for 5 seconds before crawling away for her life so she can go back to running around and trying to bulldoze her way through my locked door so she can bug me while I'm sleeping and beg for food.
I still love Mimi, though. I don't know how I'd be without her. Probably even more bitter than I am now. She's like having a baby, without all the bullshit responsibilites of having a real baby. And I don't get fat and ugly either. And I don't have some piece of shit father who'd just leave me anyway after he realizes I'm a huge slut that's addicted to sex with random guys. But, such is life.
I don't even have decent online friends. Most of them think I'm worthless shit that can't be trusted. I mean, they're obviously right, but it would be nice if I could believe that they're not lying when they say they like me. Like Andrew. He talks to me all the time, and he doesn't like me at all. I should block him. And whoever else. I don't care. I'm so antisocial that it's disturbing.
At least WOOT is fun. And my next job, too. Guess that's something to look forward to.
I've babbled enough. Late night babbling is fun.