I WANTED TO WRITE A JOURNAL. So here I am, writing a journal.
pFfooooo. My life is pretty freaking cat-like at the moment. Like, here's a rough idea of what I've been up to the past few days: Get up at eleven, do some yoga, read some magazines, go swimming, take a bath, lay out in the sun, take a nap, read some more magazines, sit around and hope the most recent object of my affection will call me, be disappointed, take a pity nap, wake up, think about how it's only been a week since I saw him and I should definitely not be needy, do some pity yoga, eat some yogurt, go to sleep.
I realize that cat's don't have to deal with the trauma of dat