correction to yesterday's post - 18.05.06 11:20 a.m.
I just woke up. I am going to try to be nice. But. I have decided that the cats are the worst roommates I've ever had. I sweartogawd, if I have to clean a fresh turd and a puddle of urine from the same spots on the floor every day, I really am going to make myself a furry handbag.
We change the litter every two days, and I suppose that isn't enough for our evil feline overlords. (Yes, I said "overlords". I am a officially a web-cliche.) It's Moppie, actually. We know it's her leaving the, erm, presents for us because we've caught her in the act innumerable times. I know the poor creature is trying to tell us that we need to shave her desperately, but to our credit, we've been trying to tell her that we're trying to pool the funds for just as long. There is a communication breakdown somewhere which might have something to do with the human-feline language barrier. Either my cat-ESP is busted, or she really likes shitting in the living room.
I am supposed to be going out to the WasteLand today to meet a friend. I'm actually supposed to be on a bus right now, but DAMN! do I ever like my sleep. Well, that, and I haven't been to bed before 2am in a while now. Plus the rain, which makes me feel like hibernating. Blah, blah, blah.
I am running late, however, so I should take my leave of Diiaryland. I know these past entries have been terrible, and probably cast me in a rather poor light (flourescent; it does nothing for the complexion), but here is my excuse/justification: I've not been writing lately, as anyone with enough patience to wait on me may have noticed. I'm just trying to keep myself in practice. I'll fall all over myself to apologize for the bitchiness of the content, the dreariness of my words, but in the end, it's something. I've clung to this page for seven years in the hopes of getting something out of it, and if all there is to show is the motivation to keep writing, then I'm pleased. Good things come with time.
On that note, I'm off...
listening:
reading:
ingesting:
(see entries before 20.11.05)
previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08