Dawn's Digression.
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
My cat is weird. Or maybe I'm weird with my cat.
Boo-Boo and I have a routine. LLCM (Now I hate "LLCM", too.) says it is unnatural and weird. And I never thought about it before, but now I'm thinking maybe I am unnatural and weird. When I get home in the evenings from work, I let the dog out, open the bedroom door, grab the mail and go to the bathroom. I just like to read my mail in the bathroom. I don't know why. It's just a really old habit of mine. Boo-Boo always follows me. He expects to be pet when Mommy is in the pottyroom. See, now that I wrote it, I'll admit it does sound a mite grody. Oh no. I think I'm a freak. A~, that's not my only point. Yesterday when I got home Boobies did not have pottytime with his mommy. Matter of fact, Boo-Boo sightings were scarce the entire evening. At one point, though, I poured out some old milk. I was pouring it down the drain, and Boo-Boo suddenly appeared behind me and yelled "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrooooooooooooow!" And started sniffing the air. I said, "I know. It stinks. That's why I'm pouring it out. What else do you want me to do?" He turned around, walked off, and wasn't seen again for a couple of hours. Isn't that bizarre. I guess was thinking, "Good God, Mom. What the hell is that smell? Can you make it stop??" Silly cat.
Speaking of smells. The duplex attached to ours is vacant. I don't know what the HELL they are doing in there but it is completely stinking up our place. It smells so bad. And what I can't figure out is why it smells like urine. It's disgusting. At first I thought the dog had peed on the carpet or something, but I crawled all over the living room with my nose stuck to the carpet, and that is definitely not it. It is surrounding the entire building. It's grody. I wish they'd just finish working on it already. I've been burning incense like a crazy woman.
I've been using the treadmill. I know. Amazing. Miraculous. My thighs are actually sore. Actually, more tight than sore. My endurance is just pathetic, but I have to start somewhere. And I need to start now. Especially if I intend to reproduce before I'm 30. (Sidenote: If I'm going to reproduce, it must be before then. My own rule.) I'm not looking for a miracle. I just want to feel better. What was it Sarah McLachlan said at one concert? I believe it was, "It feels good to feel strong.". And it does. Or I guess it does. I don't much remember what it feels like, and I'd really love to.
Boo-Boo and I have a routine. LLCM (Now I hate "LLCM", too.) says it is unnatural and weird. And I never thought about it before, but now I'm thinking maybe I am unnatural and weird. When I get home in the evenings from work, I let the dog out, open the bedroom door, grab the mail and go to the bathroom. I just like to read my mail in the bathroom. I don't know why. It's just a really old habit of mine. Boo-Boo always follows me. He expects to be pet when Mommy is in the pottyroom. See, now that I wrote it, I'll admit it does sound a mite grody. Oh no. I think I'm a freak. A~, that's not my only point. Yesterday when I got home Boobies did not have pottytime with his mommy. Matter of fact, Boo-Boo sightings were scarce the entire evening. At one point, though, I poured out some old milk. I was pouring it down the drain, and Boo-Boo suddenly appeared behind me and yelled "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrooooooooooooow!" And started sniffing the air. I said, "I know. It stinks. That's why I'm pouring it out. What else do you want me to do?" He turned around, walked off, and wasn't seen again for a couple of hours. Isn't that bizarre. I guess was thinking, "Good God, Mom. What the hell is that smell? Can you make it stop??" Silly cat.
Speaking of smells. The duplex attached to ours is vacant. I don't know what the HELL they are doing in there but it is completely stinking up our place. It smells so bad. And what I can't figure out is why it smells like urine. It's disgusting. At first I thought the dog had peed on the carpet or something, but I crawled all over the living room with my nose stuck to the carpet, and that is definitely not it. It is surrounding the entire building. It's grody. I wish they'd just finish working on it already. I've been burning incense like a crazy woman.
I've been using the treadmill. I know. Amazing. Miraculous. My thighs are actually sore. Actually, more tight than sore. My endurance is just pathetic, but I have to start somewhere. And I need to start now. Especially if I intend to reproduce before I'm 30. (Sidenote: If I'm going to reproduce, it must be before then. My own rule.) I'm not looking for a miracle. I just want to feel better. What was it Sarah McLachlan said at one concert? I believe it was, "It feels good to feel strong.". And it does. Or I guess it does. I don't much remember what it feels like, and I'd really love to.
I have no eyes. I'm almost certain I've said this before. But I have no eyes. I have the tiniest eyes in the history of eyes. If I have on no makeup, you can't even really make out I have eyes from a distance. I think I must have my dad's eyes because I don't think my mom has little eyes. Matter of fact, when she gets mad, they get kinda big. It used to make me laugh. For some reason she wasn't amused. Hmph. W~.
Dawn, 12:49 PM
