Well look at me and how I was slightly depressed and suicidal (but not really) earlier. And by suicidal (but not really), I mean I'm much too chickenshit and pathetic to actually do anything about my life (or lack of) much less actually make my life disappear forever. It's called venting, I guess. (god i love parenthesis)
I sometimes wonder how I'm ever going to change. I'm much too lazy. Think about all that work. Seriously.
To change your LIFE? How is that even possible when
you just don't care anymore?

I watched the movie Gone Baby Gone. The ending is one of those endings where there are two opinions to be had. Either you agree with what Casey Affleck does, or you don't agree. There is no gray area. I bet everyone that has seen this movie gets into a debate/tiny argument/passionate quarl about what the right thing to do was, which is what J and I did at Applebees over lunch. I also love/like forward slashes. Don't you?

I bought the movie Across The Universe, but haven't watched it yet. I figure if I hate it, I can give it to my brother and his girlfriend who got it from netflix and watched it eight times before they finally sent it back. Anyone who watches something eight times can pretty much convince me that I should watch it too.

We have a big pantry thing with sliding drawers, and the bottom drawer is usually empty (who wants to bend over to dig for their food?) and whenever we open the pantry doors, one or all of the cats will jump in that drawer because to them, I'm sure it's like a super great adventure, and earlier I closed the doors and went about my business- shower, laundry, music, sobbing, smoking, huge depression type things at 2am, you know the usual- and then I hear this teeny tiny meow and I know it's Lucky because she is a mini-cat and has a mini-meow so I search and search and I found her in the pantry. She poked her little head out, looked up at me and meowed one last time. She is rediculously cute.
Am I the only one that has extreme paranoia about a cat ending up in the dishwasher or the washing machine or the dryer? Because I'm really paranoid that I'm going to kill one of the cats that way. I guess it's my sick and twisted brain.