Cats and Mirrors. Band name or blog title.

You’re in luck…it’s a blog title.  I’m attracted to cats who play/fight with themselves in mirrors.  Why? Because I play and/or fight with myself in mirrors.  We’re kindred spirits. I dont’ know about these cats, but I can spend hours with myself in the mirror.  To be so ferosh or beautiful you stun yourself.  I love it.  I know what you’re thinking…”get a life.”  Well, I’m working on it.

I leave you with a cat getting spooked


True Life: My Life as a Regular Person

I’m watching True Life on MTV- this episode is about peer pressure.  Some chick is being pressured by her skanky friends from Hooters to get boobie implants (what she really needs is proactive, I’d rather have smaller tits with no acne than big boobies and big pimples).  Some dude is “falling into the rock star life” with increased drinking, drugging and maybe sex (I couldn’t tell). and the other dude is just fat and his friends want him to loose weight.  I don’t understand the last guy, because his friends are just trying to get his tubby self to loose some weight if he wants a girl. 

Anyways, the point of this blog is the ordinary-ness of my life.  And I actually like these ordinary parts the best.  I like watching TV and sitting in my bed with Mr. D, my dog and my cat. I like listening to DMX and breaking out into my best dance moves with Mr. D feeling possessed to join in.  I love laying in bed completely dead to the world, and one song bringing me to life.  Today, the song was “It’s my Turn” by Diana Ross.

Mr. D is out getting donuts for us. After which I’ll probably go back to sleep for another few hours.  I also love watching funny cat videos.  I’m off to you tube to catch up on any new post, before my donuts get here. While on you tube, I’m going to check out the new Beyonce video.  I want her new dance moves from her “Single Ladies” Video Maybe they’ll be like a workout for me, the video kind of looks like a workout video.  She’s got some pretty sick moves hookers. And I need some sick moves to work off my donuts. 

I’ll leave you with a poll…

peace out hookers, Sweet