I want to write a book about a man who jumps on and rides a bull during The Running of the Bulls.
It's amazing how my life mocks my parents'.
My parents love their cats. I love Cantante. My parents buy all these ridiculous toys that resemble mice and random furry unidentifed jigglers. My cat chases roaches and stray birds.
I sat and watched Cantante playing with a waterbug(cockroach) tonight. I was walking by and saw him in the den messing with a dark object. He looked up at me and then it scooted away from him. It was pretty funny. I wish I could have taped it or something. Cantante vs. cockroach. Semi-domesticated cat against savage insect. I figured it was Cantante's moment in the suburban jungle. He killed a bird and brought it to me. I figured the least I could do is watch him kill a cockroach. He's proud of that shit. Anyway, he had it, but he kept letting it get away. It eventually crawled under a pile of laundry and he sniffed and poked and prodded for about five minutes until he started digging in a shirt sleeve. Ashley came up and sniffed but saw Cantante and watched. I walked over and started picking up various items and helped him try to find it. He did, and with one quick pounce, he ran off to the living room with it. I'm assuming it's eaten. It will at least be dead. Maybe he'll kill it and give it to Ashley. That'd be cute, but he hates her when she's in heat, so I dunno. Maybe I have a gay cat?
I'm going to serve people at my party. You got served. haha.
I was watching E! with David and Josh tonight. They had this dance contest where the people were trying to dance with the most sexual positions in the dance. Like, doggystyle, missonary, tip-tip camel toe, dome, hands around the ankles, upside down, and in the booty, ho. That was pretty cool, I guess. I'd probably give it a try. But there was this other dance contest. These people actually tried to like, seduce each other. They danced super-erotically, but they weren't vulgar, for the sake of extreme passion. Racy? Yes, but gentle caresses instead of some ridiculous contest where you get a point for a girl dancily pounding a man in the backside. Sexual dancing. I wonder if it'd be possible to have the super-sexual dance contest fantabaparty. I'd have to find a girl to co-girl first though, in order to throw it. Everybody would have to completely retarded to have a dance party. It was a good thought though. It worked for Grease.
Do the hand jive, oh yeah!
haha. I'm way too distracted to be writing down thoughts right now. Hollywood Squares is on, and some old woman has a shiny pom-pom thingiee on her head. She's cracking jokes about nymphomaniacs...a nymphomaniac is a person who loves to fuck. Don't most people? I'd sure love to. Does that make me a nympho? I guess nymphos can't control their urge. I try to veer from the uglies and the fatties. haha. I'm such an asshole. Damn a man for having some goddamn standards. Even Jesus got pist. He wept. He loved. He lived! I'm glad I see a church message board every day. I think they change it on Saturday. I don't know, it lets people know about Jesus, if they don't already, I guess. The fat bitch just won on Hollywood Squares. Now they've got a gay guy challenging her and he picked Peterman with his first square. I don't make this shit up. Really. Night time tv is ridiculous when it comes to game shows.
Ha. The gay guy picked Peterman. My oh my. Now they've got black girls fighting over seat belt wearing. Buckle up...It's not a game. I've got to go to bed. The broadcast day is ending.
Ok, cats. Throw your mittens around your kittens, and away we go!
Much love.
My parents love their cats. I love Cantante. My parents buy all these ridiculous toys that resemble mice and random furry unidentifed jigglers. My cat chases roaches and stray birds.
I sat and watched Cantante playing with a waterbug(cockroach) tonight. I was walking by and saw him in the den messing with a dark object. He looked up at me and then it scooted away from him. It was pretty funny. I wish I could have taped it or something. Cantante vs. cockroach. Semi-domesticated cat against savage insect. I figured it was Cantante's moment in the suburban jungle. He killed a bird and brought it to me. I figured the least I could do is watch him kill a cockroach. He's proud of that shit. Anyway, he had it, but he kept letting it get away. It eventually crawled under a pile of laundry and he sniffed and poked and prodded for about five minutes until he started digging in a shirt sleeve. Ashley came up and sniffed but saw Cantante and watched. I walked over and started picking up various items and helped him try to find it. He did, and with one quick pounce, he ran off to the living room with it. I'm assuming it's eaten. It will at least be dead. Maybe he'll kill it and give it to Ashley. That'd be cute, but he hates her when she's in heat, so I dunno. Maybe I have a gay cat?
I'm going to serve people at my party. You got served. haha.
I was watching E! with David and Josh tonight. They had this dance contest where the people were trying to dance with the most sexual positions in the dance. Like, doggystyle, missonary, tip-tip camel toe, dome, hands around the ankles, upside down, and in the booty, ho. That was pretty cool, I guess. I'd probably give it a try. But there was this other dance contest. These people actually tried to like, seduce each other. They danced super-erotically, but they weren't vulgar, for the sake of extreme passion. Racy? Yes, but gentle caresses instead of some ridiculous contest where you get a point for a girl dancily pounding a man in the backside. Sexual dancing. I wonder if it'd be possible to have the super-sexual dance contest fantabaparty. I'd have to find a girl to co-girl first though, in order to throw it. Everybody would have to completely retarded to have a dance party. It was a good thought though. It worked for Grease.
Do the hand jive, oh yeah!
haha. I'm way too distracted to be writing down thoughts right now. Hollywood Squares is on, and some old woman has a shiny pom-pom thingiee on her head. She's cracking jokes about nymphomaniacs...a nymphomaniac is a person who loves to fuck. Don't most people? I'd sure love to. Does that make me a nympho? I guess nymphos can't control their urge. I try to veer from the uglies and the fatties. haha. I'm such an asshole. Damn a man for having some goddamn standards. Even Jesus got pist. He wept. He loved. He lived! I'm glad I see a church message board every day. I think they change it on Saturday. I don't know, it lets people know about Jesus, if they don't already, I guess. The fat bitch just won on Hollywood Squares. Now they've got a gay guy challenging her and he picked Peterman with his first square. I don't make this shit up. Really. Night time tv is ridiculous when it comes to game shows.
Ha. The gay guy picked Peterman. My oh my. Now they've got black girls fighting over seat belt wearing. Buckle up...It's not a game. I've got to go to bed. The broadcast day is ending.
Ok, cats. Throw your mittens around your kittens, and away we go!
Much love.