i wanted to hug them hello but they said, you better not
which is weird, shouldn’t we know by now if it’s ok?
and haven’t we been told that if you get it, that’s it, you can’t spread it any more?
it was nice though. friends. talking about new things, olden times. everything.
we drank water and ate guacamole.
chatted about sex drugs and rock music.
psychology, psychiatry, and the pros and cons of letting your cat be outdoor cats.
they live closer to coyotes than i do but they didnt seem all that scared for their feline
they were more worried that because i have so many more cars around me
that my now 6(!) year old cats probably might not be able to make the adjustment to knowing that a car will run them over if they dont move, b, get out the way.
it all came about because i was explaining how uptight i get when i post pics of them and ppl call them fat.
all house cats are fat, one of my friends said
which makes sense, if you dont get any steps in of course youre not going to burn off your kibble.
finally they just told me something i have always known and usually live by
but for some reason when it comes to Prince & Michael i have a hard time with:
fuck what other ppl say