Full disclaimer, this was written over a month ago, back on September 18th. It took me this long to bring myself to finally post it. What’s funny (not ‘haha’ but ‘oh’), when I wrote my last blog post about bringing home Whiskey, the idea of all of my cats’ mortality came to mind and I
Whelp, if I wasn’t on JD Vance’s birthday invite list, I certainly won’t be now. It would seem that the Republican Nominee for Vice President takes issue with single cat owners. Specifically, single cat ladies, but that wasn’t very inclusive of him. For I am single. I have zero human children. And I’m a man.
This morning I discovered the real reason why you shouldn’t scroll social media first thing after waking up in the morning. Sure, there are psychological reasons for it but the cleanliness of my home and good fortune in the new year have been put in jeopardy by scrolling through Facebook upon starting my January 1st.
As someone who is single in his 30’s, the most obnoxious question is always, “how are you still single?!” Its right up there with straight women who think, “OMG if you were into girls, I’d be all over you” is endearing. I recently had an office therapy session* where we discussed my dating history and
All over the internet you hear people talking about how much their dogs are loving having them home all day every day. I’m of the VERY strong belief that cats could not only care less, but they are quite pissed about it. I’m pretty sure mine are sick of me at this point. Between the
I’m not going to say my cats are useless because they are actually pretty good at… being cats. I mean each of them is a wonderful cuddle-buddy on those cold and lonely nights. They’re always around the make me laugh (Guinness is often terrible at jumping onto counters and is notorious for the jumping headfirst
I’ve been under the weather this week this is painfully annoying because I feel like I just got over being sick not that long ago. Granted, I’m terrible at taking care of myself so there’s a good chance I never got better. I’m quite terrible at being sick because I tend to keep going until
So I’m definitely going to start this whole thing off with a meme that has been making its way around the Facebook world over the last week and I pretty much love it- not because I (so far) have a problem with 2018, but I like it because the idea gives you a little bit
Ok. This title is a tad extreme but that’s just the mood I’m in apparently. The topic of dating has come up quite a bit in my life over the past couple weeks. The consensus among my friends seems to be that dating in the modern era is easily the worst thing in the world.
It goes without saying that I love my cats more than I love most people. My cats are seriously among the best and I will gladly fight anyone that tries to say any different. People that hate cats love my little fur monsters. I was once asked by a guy that I was dating if
Somewhere With Regret 