Oh my beloved little squirrels, I am all over the place today. Date Boy was a bust, and I think I'm hit the wall with the whole online dating thing, anyway. Like I said, I get really into it for about a month and then totally abandon it for months at a time (usually because my experience has been awful) and yep, that pattern, she is continuing now. So Eff you, Schmokay Lupid, I've had enough.
Anyway, what's so bad about being single? No one to mess up my (perfectly clean) apartment, no one to bother me with boy things or argue about the remote…Being single is awesome. And I'm well on my way to becoming the crazy cat lady anyway, so…Whatever. I don't care anymore.
Meeting with the cat rescue this Saturday, and vair excited about that, let me tell you. I think the consensus is two boys, yes? Two little boys who are hopefully already bonded and besties and will play with each other and leave Ms. Lulu alone (for the most part, Fatty needs a little exercise, and I think two little ones will keep her on her toes, don't you?) and so we'll see what happens with the rescue lady Saturday. I have one name picked out, and who knows, I might let someone ELSE pick out the other name. Nothing is decided yet. But soon!
I am so sorry I didn't blog yesterday, my squirrels, I was totally and completely blocked, and my brain was tired from writing my Dancing With the Stars recap, which you can find HERE, and it's vair funny this week if I do say so myself, (and I do) so I was a little tapped out with the wacky internet writing stuffs. But I'm back now, and full of righteous anger and fury at stupid boys, and whatever, I'm over it, it never happened, I was a lady and he was a shmoe, and I'm over it.
More later if I'm feeling less discombobulated.