cats&alcohol&victoria&america.

you ever meet a cute cat somewhere and it's rubbing against you and being all happy, and you reeeally wanna take it home with you but its obviously someone's well cared-for outdoor cat? that was me with this little dumb looking grey scottish fold with orange eyes that i met while walking home from the train station. it was such a sweetie pie but it was literally sitting in front of someone's yard and was super soft and well-groomed. so like. that's someone else's cat. oh and i didn't get a picture, actually fuck my life. sweet little itty bitty baby kitty cat......... meow.........

this is wack as fuck but sometimes i look at pictures of vic legrand holding a cat or with a cat in her lap and think "goddamn i wish i was that cat" except i'd be like. a stupid fatass cat or something, pawing at her face like "i need a kiss, a fat can of kippered herring, a corona, and a cigarette. please mother" anyways i don't wanna move back to america because I can't fucking drink there. like what the FUCK do you mean you can buy a gun and vote and fuck each other at 18 but you can't have the yummy yeast drink. dude what the actual fuck now i'm like mad. my dad would totally let me drink at home but my mom probably wouldn't? oh my god oh my god fuck my life what is this fuckass country???? damn even without trump this country is still kinda fuckass. borders are also fuckass but if i say anything else i'm gonna be put on a watchlist like frank iero.

why did i just rant about america and alcohol when this post was supposed to be about cats. i blame vic legrand for actually being hot as fuck girlllll... 44 years old GIRL WHERE. HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA

if she's not gay i'm killing myse