Went to see the Lion King last night (which would have been better with real lions) and it made me all excited to come home and see my cat, until I got there and found she had pooped all over the floor. Then the little bastard jumped on my bed at 3 am with a LIVE GODDAMN MOUSE in her mouth.
There’s been increased chatter at work among the annoying Yankee fans, but I don’t even care anymore because I’m so disgusted with the Red Sox I’ve become a soccer fan. Go Manchester United!
My new leopard shoes, while super-cute, are also giving me Derek Lowe blisters. I will give them another chance, though, because love means never having to say you’re sorry.
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