Ode to the Crazy Cat Lady in All of Us

So here is my contribution to becoming one step closer to the crazy cat lady. World meet Kung Fu (black) and Bubba Ho-tep (grey/white tabby)...Bubba Ho-tep and Kung Fu meet the world. Although, in the realm of Jacques Lacan that would remain impossible. You know, the surrealist, postmodern concept of "Ceci n'est pas un pipe." Nevermind. Apparently you don't know. Fuck off. Who asked you anyway.



They are destroying my house one plant at a time. I think they present a beneficial learning process toward altering my complete intolerance for any sort of mess. Down OCD, down!



I also bought my first painting and I was elated for about five days and then suddenly I was left with a sense of loss of youth. Tragically only grown ups seem to proliferously spend money on art.



I supposed I'm all growd up now. Fuck.