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Ok so
1. I'm going to end up being a 60 year old woman living with 10+ cats. I'll die within the next year from some outbreak related to vicious feral catbites. It will kill many poor people and the government will have to cover it up.
2. I am never going to date ever because the first guy I date will make me incredibly mindless and we'll bang the first date and then about 2 situations later, oh shit, I'm pregnant. My dad won't be able to take that, he's going to make me get an abortion, I'll live through life scarred and buy cats to make myself feel better. This will make me so poor that I'm going to have to also eat the same food they do (cat food) and my clothes will be from dumpsters, I'll live in the doldrums of Manhattan and pretty much live in some ghetto shack.
3. Nobody will ever stop asking me "do you have a boyfriend yet?" until the cat smell drives everyone away.
THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT LOL
When did I start thinking like this? : (
Also, New York was pretty cool -- I ended up giving $30 to a street preformer -- I guess I'll explain by saying "we ate at a nice restarunt to make ourselves feel happy and elated since all the shops were closed and we couldn't by material goods to enhance memories and look cool." Actually, I know at least 2 people got sunglasses so technically I'm lying. Uhmm we saw a saxaphone player, and some hoboe giving himself a spongebath around the Metropolitan. The flowers inside smelt lovely, I collected prisoner adresses, and I missed Pandora's Box today because although I mentioned the meeting I completely forgot after talking to Holly, the next thing I thought was, "oh I should call joy!"
Harharhar, gj me.
1. I'm going to end up being a 60 year old woman living with 10+ cats. I'll die within the next year from some outbreak related to vicious feral catbites. It will kill many poor people and the government will have to cover it up.
2. I am never going to date ever because the first guy I date will make me incredibly mindless and we'll bang the first date and then about 2 situations later, oh shit, I'm pregnant. My dad won't be able to take that, he's going to make me get an abortion, I'll live through life scarred and buy cats to make myself feel better. This will make me so poor that I'm going to have to also eat the same food they do (cat food) and my clothes will be from dumpsters, I'll live in the doldrums of Manhattan and pretty much live in some ghetto shack.
3. Nobody will ever stop asking me "do you have a boyfriend yet?" until the cat smell drives everyone away.
THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT LOL
When did I start thinking like this? : (
Also, New York was pretty cool -- I ended up giving $30 to a street preformer -- I guess I'll explain by saying "we ate at a nice restarunt to make ourselves feel happy and elated since all the shops were closed and we couldn't by material goods to enhance memories and look cool." Actually, I know at least 2 people got sunglasses so technically I'm lying. Uhmm we saw a saxaphone player, and some hoboe giving himself a spongebath around the Metropolitan. The flowers inside smelt lovely, I collected prisoner adresses, and I missed Pandora's Box today because although I mentioned the meeting I completely forgot after talking to Holly, the next thing I thought was, "oh I should call joy!"
Harharhar, gj me.