Man, Mom sure wasn't happy I stopped seeing the Gypsy. Her exact words when I told her: "fuck off." Love you too Mother. She really wants to see me married, and liked the fact that the Gypsy was so Jewish. After telling me to "fuck off" she said at 37 I can't afford to be so picky. But is that accurate? Is that reasonable? Don't we owe it to ourselves to not just settle for someone we like yet doesn't make our toes tingle? Is it better to be with someone you're not gaga over than to be single? After all, I'm not getting any younger...
Speaking of pussy, I've now got 3 of them in my home and I'm still not getting laid. My friend Amy is going out of town and I agreed to watch her cat, Karma, for her. That makes 3 female cats under my roof. None of them have any claws so there won't be any bloodshed, but it certainly should be interesting. No fireworks yet, just some hissing and spitting. In case you haven't seen my girls, they were runts that got left behind; they're tiny little things. But this cat is like Jabba the fucking Hut -- she's twice their size and weight, with an enormous belly that almost touches the floor when she walks. I'm gonna have to borrow a scale to weigh this fat fuck. This would be the perfect cat for Shrek...
Never never NEVER EVER settle. Ever. It's so not worth it.
Posted by: PinkLady | February 28, 2006 at 10:27 PM