Home is where the harsh is.
“Don’t you hate it when…”
“Yes. Whatever you’re about to say, yes.”
Everytime I see some weird looking pattern that could be an unknown language, or any written language unknown to me, I think “This could plain well be some message from the Devil himself”
And then I think that the message would be something like
“I hope you had a great summer! Don’t forget to change the kitty’s water. Hugs & Kisses!”
me before lunch: I’ll have this pasta then I’m gonna run a couple of miles before zipping a coffee and digging through half this book I’ve just started.
me after lunch: I’m a cat and I’ll just sleep for the rest of my life and no one can take that away from me.
Trying is for losers. I’ll start by quitting and become a champion at it!
Sometimes I gaze in introspection and ask myself: “Am I such a bad person?”. And of course I have to question that in silence or otherwise the whirl of complaints so long stuck down all of my acquaintances’ throats would be unbearable.
Whenever I’m watching a video on VLC and I want to switch to another one, instead of just closing the one that just ended, I hit CMD+Q, which is the shortcut for QUIT. I could just close the video by hitting CMD+W, but I don’t.
Just now I realize why:
quitting is just the easiest way to go.
I always get twitchy someone smiles at me. Why is that person smiling? What hurtful schemes are going through their heads? What kind of evil does he or she hold for me in my near future?
It takes a little while ’til I realize that that person actually likes me and is just happy to see me.
Which is nice, I guess.
Nothing puts you in a good mood when you feel like you’ve just lost someone’s kindness.
People come in and go out of our lives to remind us that we are all dispensable.
Some cats like saying misery loves company.
That’s horse’s shite, ye ken? Stupid people love company. Misery loves me.
We’re going exclusive ‘n aw.
There’s a light that never goes out…
Wait, wait. No light. An angst.
The problem with meowing at cats is that although they might actually understand you, you have no idea what you’re saying. And it might not be nice.
Is there anything more terrifying than not beeing nice to cats? I didn’t think so either.
Any heroic character:
Why do you care so much?
Because someone must care.
Why do you keep doing it?
Because it needs to be done.
Once again, any hero-type:
Why does it have to be you?
If not me, who else?