you me and oli(ver)
Feb 1, 2012 23:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Quinn Collins on Feb 1, 2012 23:36:59 GMT -5
Fuck.
I fucking hate when i make a new years resolution to write every damn day and wait for a mont to freaking do it! Clearly this is going well. Okay. Writing is therapeutic right? That's why i'm doing this. Ok.
So today I went to work.
Well that's ass crack boring. Oliver is sitting on my lap right now, he's gotten too fat... I'm not quite sure what to do about it to be honest. He looks ridiculous, and it's embarrassing whenever anyone comes over (which admittedly isn't often). But at this point it looks like he's not walking but fucking army crawling to his food bowl.. maybe i should get rid of the all day feeder thing and get something smaller... or a kitten? Maybe that'd help? Someone to chase? No that's a shit idea.
Just look at him. Jeeze. Uhg... but... haha i kind of like it... but that's probably so bad for him. That's his favorite spot though... can poke him and he wont even move but oh well anyway...
Brendan is... fucking awesome. I am pissed that we weren't friends in high school and still have no idea why we weren't friends in high school. As adults we get along great, we're both basically alcoholics, have no shame, and act like we're 8. Not to mention he's... kind of... really fucking good looking. Who knew that someone like him would grow up hot. Then again the same could be said about me.
(This little Caesars commercial is stupid. The background music made me think it was for medieval times and it wasn't... what a tease!)
Anyway, yeah I'm hoping things go well with him... I just feel like.... for fucking once I don't have to be perfect or have to be my mother, or a doctor, or anyone but myself around him and he actually likes it. Which makes me think he's a psychopath but w/e...
Oh... oh.... oh oh oh.... Ian is... back. I hope not for long. I really don't even want to write anything down about him because I don't even want to think about him being back in my life at all. That scum... uhg i can't even... I'm not writing about this anymore. I just. No. Not worth it.
Anyway, Oliver is meowing. He still hasn't moved but i guess i'll hand feed him food. God forbid he has to get off his perch. Poor thing...
I fucking hate when i make a new years resolution to write every damn day and wait for a mont to freaking do it! Clearly this is going well. Okay. Writing is therapeutic right? That's why i'm doing this. Ok.
Well that's ass crack boring. Oliver is sitting on my lap right now, he's gotten too fat... I'm not quite sure what to do about it to be honest. He looks ridiculous, and it's embarrassing whenever anyone comes over (which admittedly isn't often). But at this point it looks like he's not walking but fucking army crawling to his food bowl.. maybe i should get rid of the all day feeder thing and get something smaller... or a kitten? Maybe that'd help? Someone to chase? No that's a shit idea.
Just look at him. Jeeze. Uhg... but... haha i kind of like it... but that's probably so bad for him. That's his favorite spot though... can poke him and he wont even move but oh well anyway...
Brendan is... fucking awesome. I am pissed that we weren't friends in high school and still have no idea why we weren't friends in high school. As adults we get along great, we're both basically alcoholics, have no shame, and act like we're 8. Not to mention he's... kind of... really fucking good looking. Who knew that someone like him would grow up hot. Then again the same could be said about me.
(This little Caesars commercial is stupid. The background music made me think it was for medieval times and it wasn't... what a tease!)
Anyway, yeah I'm hoping things go well with him... I just feel like.... for fucking once I don't have to be perfect or have to be my mother, or a doctor, or anyone but myself around him and he actually likes it. Which makes me think he's a psychopath but w/e...
Oh... oh.... oh oh oh.... Ian is... back. I hope not for long. I really don't even want to write anything down about him because I don't even want to think about him being back in my life at all. That scum... uhg i can't even... I'm not writing about this anymore. I just. No. Not worth it.
Anyway, Oliver is meowing. He still hasn't moved but i guess i'll hand feed him food. God forbid he has to get off his perch. Poor thing...
