I used to take it as a personal insult if a cat didn’t want to be held by me. But then I realized something. Cats that don’t like being held are probably just gassy. I recognize this when I try to pick up Chan. She squirms away from me every time. A few seconds later, it smells like cat fart. She was just trying to save me from her flatulence.
Blogs and Youtube are kind of like a gateway medium…gateway to FAME. Just kidding. No one just starts something stupidly creative and then gets famous from it, Bo Burnham. You’re songs are filthy and delightful…keep singing.
I don’t have Facebook anymore. Facebook is for people that have stuff to do on the weekends and want to show you what it is. I would take a picture of Paul and myself sitting in a bar, scrounging up enough change to play a couple Lady Gaga songs on the TouchTone, but no one wants to see that. I also feel that I have enough interpersonal communication skills to ask someone what they are up to in real life. I know it’s scary guys but it’s much more rewarding.
I just hopped onto the Glee train a couple weeks ago because I didn’t have anything to do on Tuesdays. Now, I can’t wait for Tuesday. Last week’s episode was bitchin’. Those private school boys totally revived Teenage Dream. Katy Perry’s version is muff garbage. I listened to that song for two days and was sick of it. The A cappella version just makes it right again. Thanks Glee. (Which one’s Glee?)
I told my family that I should be in sales because I could “sell poop to a dog.” That is a pure lie. I would never do that. It’s unethical. They don’t need anymore poop.
That's so true about gassy cats. Keep up the blogging Libby, you are a funny gal.
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