Art Has Meaning, But Reality Has None

I don't think anyone has ever written so much about me, it made me smile....have I ever met someone who understands me so perfectly?

Nope, not even Satan.

I'm going to assemble an army of orange tabbies to take over the world!

Mmm, there's people that I should probably respond to...I've been ignoring everyone the last few days.

Rural internets suck so bad....fuuuuck.

Skype is horse shit.

Fork looks cute in a beanie, we were beanie buddies tonight.

So I'm thinking about going to cosmetology school...and I'm thinking about finding a hobby....maybe cooking, that could be a fun hobby.

And Vari just puked on the carpet (I dunno why he keeps throwing up, he puked on my bed a couple days ago).

Ivy is in Louisiana right now; so far she's texted me from Arizona and Texas too.

She went to see Ms. Frost while she was in Texas, she's so gown up and it's been such a long time.

(I can't believe Ivy is driving all the way to Florida, with two cats and a baby)

Ummmm, Persian coconut cookies?

I think yes.

So collectively I spent eight hours on Skype tonight.

An hour with Southern Boy discussing why humans are the angriest mammals ever....and....discussing cats.

Two hours with Fork, being hyper and crazy weirdos.

Five hours with Satan, giving each other shit and listening to him lament over how badly he wants to sleep with me.

Smart move, not putting out for all these years...

I guess this could end well for me, fuck if I know.

I'm not gonna...nope, I'm not gonna tell some long anecdote about him.

He was listening to The Fratellis, he said that most people don't get to hear his shitty singing, and our maybes are opposite (which is a good thing).

Satan also managed to pull the most elaborate dick joke ever, I'm amazed and bewildered.

He said I've somehow surpassed his level of being an asshole (*laugh* really?), and apparently I fail at life because I was feeding my cats at 2:00am.

And he told me I'm "mysterious" it was hella funny, that was probably the most honest conversation we've ever had.

I'm glad that he was in a good mood.

It's 5:00am, but I'm not sure how I could sleep since Satan successfully riled me up and then went to bed.

Geez.

I just need to get laid, I'm gonna find someone to sleep with....ooh, birthday sex!

Satan didn't remember that I've seen his dick on camera before, I found that hilarious...he doesn't have the best memory.

He said some drunk hot girl passed out on his bed last night after breaking his e-cig, but he couldn't "hit that 'cause she's into jungle fever".

Hmmm, I think we know another drunk girl who used to pass out on his bed a lot....I don't think I understood how terrible being a cocktease is back then.

He was bugging me about starting up WoW again...our 'Recruit a friend' benefits already expired though (it's been awhile).

So it's either get a new account for a new character so we can play together, or get one of those 'level up booster packs' (is that what they're called? I'm so tired).

So this exists;

I think one of my dreams would probably be going to Italy and having Grolla Dell'Amicizia...

This post is all over the place.

Oh, but good news; I might be going to Japan in a few months (wish me luck).

And I talked to The Jester for six hours (I think?) last night, we shared our theories on the recent energy shift, talked about aliens, and how girls should be more straightforward, among other things...our conversations are all over the place....

I guess Ivy didn't tell anyone that she was leaving, as always I seem to be the bearer of bad news.

Catwoman texted me this morning, I'm bewildered.

My aunt wants me to become a realtor, I'm not sure...maybe?

They do make good money, but would I be happy as a workaholic?

I dunno....just maybe, as always.

I'm too goddamn indecisive.

Yesterday Mister J asked, "Are you serious about moving to Japan?"

I know that tone, that's his "let's follow through with whatever crazy scheme you have on your mind" tone.

But I'm not sure, because I've never been there, I don't know if I'd be happy there.

I don't know if I'll be happy as a realtor or a cosmetologist.

I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do....everyone keeps telling me to do what I want to do, but I'm so very lost.