Great Pussy Cats In Hell!

Yeah, see that? My template changed. Yeah, it's a stock template from Blogger. What?
You wanna start somethin'? Step up sucka. I know it's not as drastic as Shenry's retna-boiling choice of colors when he switched to something new. I may not be original, but at least I have some consideration for my readers...uh, reader..maybe? *cricket*

The plan is to jazz it up, change the colors around, darken the place up a bit. The plan is to quit MySpace and most of the other lame-arse crap I'm involved in online. Then I can concentrate on learning some skills; some webish publishing kinda skills. Rest assured, it will be as half-arsed as my other endeavors. Or..maybe I'll trade my ass to the anti-Shenry for some cheap lessons. If he even knows that stuff...of course he knows almost everything. Whatever.

I'm going to go home and paint, and forget that my life is a gerbil wheel of procrastination and failure. Of course, that isn't going to help anything. That's why I'm going to get drunk first. Yeah, that'll solve everything. Maybe I'll stop my the liquor store and spend the night smashing my concience about in a glass of bloody mary. Drown the guilt, drown the sense of responsibility. Drown my terribly lonliness. Lonliness compounded by the fact that I can never get my dates to call me a second time.

I'm not really lonely though. In fact, the company I have (i.e. Daddy), I'm dying to move away from. I get along much better with my family when I'm not living with them. I have a zjillion hobbies that I can't ever find the time to practice. I have kitties anyway. If I can just get the one to stop shitting all over the floor and the other to stop destroying furniture, everything will be just fine.

Whee!