Things just do not work out for me. :(
I'm going to be 42 and not married.
Then at age 55 I'll buy my first cat.
Addicted to its undying affection, I'll buy one more a year for the next 10 years.
My cats will be my children, my friends, everything to me.
I'll buy them Fancy Feast and expensive kitty litter.
And I'll watch them endearingly as I lounge around on my couch.
And when they die I'll experience a lonely crisis like Edna Pontellier and walk into the ocean.

I am the tigress of this suburban jungle...
yeah, not feeling it so much today.

What I'm listening to: