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I am honestly unsure how many times I've quit Pita Pit in the last couple of years. It's irrelevant. I'm doing it again, and my last night is this Friday. I may come back. I may just stay away. They're apparently introducing all-day breakfast pitas. It is important to note that I have been lobbying for breakfast pitas since I started in August of 2005. I was naive. I am glad I will be absent during the advent of the breakfast pita. This just goes to show that I am almost always wrong, almost all of the time, and should never be trusted when food and business are involved.
My living situation is different, but enjoyable. I live with an all-black human named Tim, and an all-white cat who has no name. Logic says that there is no use in naming a deaf animal, and this animal is 100% deaf. She loves to lick humans, whether they be all-white or all-black, all of the time; and this may have something to do with her deafness. Or perhaps she is the most equal opportunity pain-in-the-ass who ever existed. Imagine you're asleep. You are dreaming of wealth or sex, or perhaps a reasonable arrangement between the two. All of the sudden, sandpaper engulfs your nose. And then your left eye. And then your right eye. And then your subconscious realizes that suffocation is imminent if you don't wake up and rectify the sandpaper situation. So you do. And it's a cat. A deaf cat. A cat who doesn't recognize the angry tone of your voice when you grab it by the scruff of its neck, stare it dead in the eyes, and tell it to fuck off or you will cook it in tomorrow's soup. No matter how angry your tone, or how loud your volume, this diabolical creature remains blissfully willing to lick you in your most sensitive of facial features. Imagine that.
She's damn cute, though.
That will do it. For now.
My living situation is different, but enjoyable. I live with an all-black human named Tim, and an all-white cat who has no name. Logic says that there is no use in naming a deaf animal, and this animal is 100% deaf. She loves to lick humans, whether they be all-white or all-black, all of the time; and this may have something to do with her deafness. Or perhaps she is the most equal opportunity pain-in-the-ass who ever existed. Imagine you're asleep. You are dreaming of wealth or sex, or perhaps a reasonable arrangement between the two. All of the sudden, sandpaper engulfs your nose. And then your left eye. And then your right eye. And then your subconscious realizes that suffocation is imminent if you don't wake up and rectify the sandpaper situation. So you do. And it's a cat. A deaf cat. A cat who doesn't recognize the angry tone of your voice when you grab it by the scruff of its neck, stare it dead in the eyes, and tell it to fuck off or you will cook it in tomorrow's soup. No matter how angry your tone, or how loud your volume, this diabolical creature remains blissfully willing to lick you in your most sensitive of facial features. Imagine that.
She's damn cute, though.
That will do it. For now.