a repeat
i have been thinking about her again and i don't know why. the other night i had a dream that involved sex and somebody elses wife. it was a bad dream. i woke up disturbed.
i think of the simple things we had so much fun doing like ordering pizza to the apartment. i think about how she liked her feet to be touched...
the other day one of my friends called me up around nine in the morning and was like, "what are you doing?" i said to him, "daydreaming." he laughed and said, "get your lazy ass up."
i think about the superbowl party her parents might have this year and the desserts that would be there if they did. i stand at work and knead the dough every morning and daydream about various things and lately it has been about her again and i don't know why. she has a boy. and i think she is happy. but how could i know? it is not my place. let it go.
i am going to be getting a cat. maybe that is why i have been thinking about her. she had a cat. i lived with it for two years. the smoofis didn't like me very well. she was afraid of me. but i was afraid of her too. rediculous isn't it? me, 6'1", 175 lbs., afraid of a ten pound bundle of fur. but it has teeth and claws!
anyway, i am getting a cat. it is a he. i will probably get him fixed i think. i guess that is the responsible thing to do. i don't know what he will be named but he all ready has had several. william wallace is one. i guess cause he is brave. he was the first of the litter to go out and venture around. he is the strongest and the most rambunxtious of the three. he had a third sibling but it died a few days after it was born. it wouldn't eat.
i want to name my cat max. but i don't think he looks like a max cat. i think i will just live with him a little while before i name him. it will come to me in a dream or while i am kneading the dough at work one morning. i am worried about being a good human to my pet. i know cats aren't that hard to take care of but still. i don't want to fuck it up. i don't want his litter box to get all shitty, he needs water and i want him to be healthy and happy and not like malnutritioned or anyhting. i can barely take care of myself. should i be allowed to take care of a cat? maybe this a opportunity for me to do some good. i also think it will be nice to have something sleeping on my feet or purring on my chest. i'm not that big of a dog person.
i think of the simple things we had so much fun doing like ordering pizza to the apartment. i think about how she liked her feet to be touched...
the other day one of my friends called me up around nine in the morning and was like, "what are you doing?" i said to him, "daydreaming." he laughed and said, "get your lazy ass up."
i think about the superbowl party her parents might have this year and the desserts that would be there if they did. i stand at work and knead the dough every morning and daydream about various things and lately it has been about her again and i don't know why. she has a boy. and i think she is happy. but how could i know? it is not my place. let it go.
i am going to be getting a cat. maybe that is why i have been thinking about her. she had a cat. i lived with it for two years. the smoofis didn't like me very well. she was afraid of me. but i was afraid of her too. rediculous isn't it? me, 6'1", 175 lbs., afraid of a ten pound bundle of fur. but it has teeth and claws!
anyway, i am getting a cat. it is a he. i will probably get him fixed i think. i guess that is the responsible thing to do. i don't know what he will be named but he all ready has had several. william wallace is one. i guess cause he is brave. he was the first of the litter to go out and venture around. he is the strongest and the most rambunxtious of the three. he had a third sibling but it died a few days after it was born. it wouldn't eat.
i want to name my cat max. but i don't think he looks like a max cat. i think i will just live with him a little while before i name him. it will come to me in a dream or while i am kneading the dough at work one morning. i am worried about being a good human to my pet. i know cats aren't that hard to take care of but still. i don't want to fuck it up. i don't want his litter box to get all shitty, he needs water and i want him to be healthy and happy and not like malnutritioned or anyhting. i can barely take care of myself. should i be allowed to take care of a cat? maybe this a opportunity for me to do some good. i also think it will be nice to have something sleeping on my feet or purring on my chest. i'm not that big of a dog person.