I Spent Too Long on This

Day in my current life:

On the way to work

I see a lot of stuff

I smell a lot of smells

And I try to look real tough.

My cat used to mow and wake me

Now it’s I to make her rise

To dive in traffic early

Go watch the homeless guys.

I sit and stare at numbers

Crafting stories up for each

I squawk at lots of people

Making friends much like a leech.

I’m scared to be by windows

The glass is thin as paper

An age before double panes –

Not safe in this sky scraper.

Attempting to save money,

But I always want more food

Quiet room and crinkly snack bags –

I like to set the mood.

The awkward of the restrooms

Listen to people sigh

On break I hunt for coffee

To get my caffeine high.

Aggressive elevators

With slamming kind of doors

It shakes and groans in movement

And stops for empty floors.

So homeward bound I go

Brain now made of beans

Eat dinner and stare at cat

Sleep ends my days’¬†routines.

I hope this gives you a peek into my new daily life. I am enjoying the newness and nuances of it and try to see the humor of it all. I also absolutely spent too long making this but I will try to make up for the time sunk cost and post again this week! I am going to go pass out now.




Things I like about Cats

Dear Maryanne,
I decided to do something ridiculous for this post; since my life is a nightmare that doesn’t end in a satisfying way, but rather me waking myself up with undiscernible noises and in a puddle of my own drool, I decided to do whatever the fuck this is about to be.

Today I was parking my car in front of my house, and I had the pleasant experience of watching the weird stray cats in the neighborhood. They are all giant, scruffy, and mean to everyone who isn’t the old lady across the street.

They always glare at me, like somehow I have personally offended them with my existence. I hate them, kind of. I also want them to like me. I try to appreciate them when I can. Today when I was pulling up, I watched a large fat hairy black one try to jump on top of a 6.5 foot wall. It wasn’t graceful, he got his stubby little arms up there, and had to drag his fat kitty butt up the wall. It took him two ties to do so. Oddly I appreciated it more, than just being a farce comedy bit. I respected that cat because he had no kitty shame. He didn’t give a fuck, that he was fat and was going to make a fool of himself. Maybe he thought no one was watching. Maybe he isn’t even aware that he is fat. Either way, I admired him for his little chubby audacity and bravery.

Yes, I am writing this instead of my homework. Oddly this was more interesting.

Another interesting tidbit is that I kind of hate writing the blog in public. Mainly because I name them something stupid every time. Everyone in this coffee shop, thinks im some weirdo with no followers (true) that wants to tell the world about why she likes cat, (still true). However, I think that they think, I’m writing about little jelly bean toes, and whiskers that grow out of eyebrows. If only they knew i was fat shaming a creature 1/2 my size. I say 1/2 because he really was a large cat.

It’s no secret I need more levity in my life (like that cat) so I hope this made you smile a little bit or something. It’s not much of a post, but its something. I figure a little peer pressure would help you out a bit. I admit that sometimes I write mine just so you might say, “wait, what, already?”

So for this week’s random picture accumulation, I decided to attach the most random pictures in my photo library. I hope you do the same. Enjoy: