Well, I can't deny she has good aim.
Ewwww!
My cat puked all over my hairbrush and on the inside of my robe. All at once.
Impressive, but still icky.
I need to go the pet store and find some new food for her. She has been throwing up a lot lately, and the vet suggested that maybe she can no longer stomach her food. Indeed. I need to find some fancy Old Kitty food.
Also icky, there was a spider crawling on me in statistics! A big one! And then it scuttled away to the underside of the desk where I could not find it. Do I even need to mention I'm not entirely sure what we did in class?
Haha, I was apparently mistaken for someone's blind date today. He was thought I was Rebecca. I said I was not, but my best friend was named Rebecca and did that help? But he was not waiting for My Rebecca. I felt bad that he wasted all this nervousness in coming over to talk to me. Sorry little guy. (And I do mean little guy. I'm not sure he was even five feet tall. Hopefully Rebecca is considerably shorter than I am.) New title for my autobiography: Midgets Think They're Dating Me.
11 is one of the numbers that follows me around in life. This was on my mind today. Along with the burrito I am having tomorrow's for lunch. I have soooo been craving a burrito from the burrito cart in front of the library. But the two are unrelated.
My cat puked all over my hairbrush and on the inside of my robe. All at once.
Impressive, but still icky.
I need to go the pet store and find some new food for her. She has been throwing up a lot lately, and the vet suggested that maybe she can no longer stomach her food. Indeed. I need to find some fancy Old Kitty food.
Also icky, there was a spider crawling on me in statistics! A big one! And then it scuttled away to the underside of the desk where I could not find it. Do I even need to mention I'm not entirely sure what we did in class?
Haha, I was apparently mistaken for someone's blind date today. He was thought I was Rebecca. I said I was not, but my best friend was named Rebecca and did that help? But he was not waiting for My Rebecca. I felt bad that he wasted all this nervousness in coming over to talk to me. Sorry little guy. (And I do mean little guy. I'm not sure he was even five feet tall. Hopefully Rebecca is considerably shorter than I am.) New title for my autobiography: Midgets Think They're Dating Me.
11 is one of the numbers that follows me around in life. This was on my mind today. Along with the burrito I am having tomorrow's for lunch. I have soooo been craving a burrito from the burrito cart in front of the library. But the two are unrelated.