if I ever become like this woman. I know I often joke about being an old cat lady but, in moderation. This is not moderation; this is absurd. This is terrifying!
But if my life moves in strangeways and I do become an old Russian woman with 130 cats in my apartment, please just shoot me. And then leave my body for my cats to eat. That seems ironic being eaten by pussies. (And ew, I regret that one immediately)
Thursday, August 9, 2007
I Trust You To Kill Me
Posted by Jacqui at 12:11 PM
Labels: kissing up to readers, kitties, personal mythology
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