Inside the Mind of a Maniac
Ever wonder what I think about? Me too, I need to write them and you're welcome to read them.
About Me
- Name: Carolyn
- Location: St. Louis, Missouri, United States
One of my key beliefs is that freckles are awesome and I feel sorry for those without them. I love bananas but really don't like touching the inside of the peel or the strange stringy parts. I'm liberal, laughy, and often loud (which confuses people when I swear I'm afflicted with social anxiety). I can NEVER stay mad, don't carry resentments, and don't hold grudges against evil-doers (unless they threaten my constitutional rights). I'm happiest when I'm moving around (running, chasing, being chased, making my heard beat fast). I'm strangely divided in many ways: paranoid of my personal safety but often trusting of strangers, laid back but COMPLETELY OCD, to some I'm emotionally closed off and unavailable but to others I'm a river of emotions and affection, I'm self-assured and confident about things that are real but can be insecure and self-deprecating about things that either aren't real or don't matter, I'm lactose intolerant but will eat ice cream until I'm ill.
Previous Posts
- Guest Blogger: My Story of an Almost Carjacking
- The Boyfriend Is No More
- The STL is Redeeming Itself
- News Update: This Just In...
- I Cannot Believe She Yelled At Me
- Worst(and by worst, I mean the most disastrous).Mo...
- St. Louis in the Top 10!
- Charlie's Angels Unite For a Second Year
- What Is This World Coming To?!?!
- Her Hate Could Only Keep Her Around For So Long...
Friday, June 01, 2007
5 Comments:
Do you think the cat remembers coming from an egg?
Do you think the cat remembers eating an egg?
Do you think the cat blames the egg for its miserable existence. Perhaps the egg strikes a memory of happier times when the owner actually took time out of her busy schedule to read "Humpty Friggin' Dumpty".
I think you're reading way too much into the cat and egg...and I think you're giving the cat way too much credit for analyzing the egg. I suspect he wanted to play in it...much as he does dust piles while we sweep, torn paper, garbage, and anything else that falls to the ground.
I disagree. I think that he knows this whole, "Hey, look at the cute kittie" thing is bullshit and he has been sold a bill of goods by the white man (or woman in this case). "Here's your little saucer of milk and some cat nip", well, we ain't buying it anymore.
SET MY PEOPLE FREE!!!
ATTICA, ATTICA, ATTICA, ATTICA
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