by keeping my bedroom door shut in an effort to keep the evil fat one out — and therefore keeping my things safe from his demonic urine — lola, who has taken to squirreling herself away under my bed, was inadvertently locked up in my room all day.
that’s not a good thing at all, number one reason being my poor kitty! sure, she likes looking out the window & obviously loves whatever is under my bed, but…food? water? oh god, litter box?! damn damn double-damn. i hope she’s ok. i’m thinking i might not be able to hit up the gym and i might just go home, survey the damage and begin the massive cleaning it’s going to require to have the pi day party.
because mother of fuck is my apt a totally repulsive disaster area. it’s horrible. possible kitten destruction of my bedroom will just serve as a swift kick in the ass to get everything else presentable. meh, crapfuck.
of course, pi day looks like it could be shaping up to something cool…here’s hopin’ i can pull it all off.
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