i woke earlier than usual with the hope of cooking something for breakfast. this surplus went to serving the pervy cat instead.

in the middle of making tea, i caught her gnawing away at the poisonous plant on the bookshelf, which we forgot to move after rearranging the living room. i swiped it away from her and tossed it outside. not three minutes later, she has vomitted all over the leather sofa. my first thought? fucking cats don't get cause and effect!

i'm thinking about thinking.

i should have just put that bitch's laundry on top of the dryers instead of politely (and lazily) waiting for her to be done.