I need to get a pet or something. There's all this weird shit out in the water and I think it's just a matter of time before something gets inside. Rats or seagulls or whatever lives out there. I'm not a marine biologist.
But I'd feel like shit if I got a cat I guess. It'd just sit inside all day and I'm never home anyway (seriously I think I'm going to flip shit if Janie tells me all about how she's working so many hours come on bitch (love you) last time I had a day off I nearly committed a felony) so I don't think that'll work. I love the job but the hours must be pretty hard on anyone with shit to take care of, like kids, or cats. See?
Even if I want to be a weird spinster I'm going to need to stack up serious seniority before I can get proper started on the crazy amounts of cats.
Dogs are out too since the place is tiny as hell, but it's mine. And the beach is to die for (hah). I'd rather fill my purse with rocks than a toy poodle, then it's just me that sinks when I walk out into the waves.
Maybe I'll get a snake.
Single professional. Must love bikes. No weirdos. (IC blog for Linnete @ City of Hope.)
Friday, September 7, 2018
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