|It's conversations like this...
||[Jun. 16th, 2005|01:37 pm]
That really make me wonder where I'm going with my life....|
*****: I think I need to live alone... with 40 cats
SublimeHeartache: I've had that feeling a lot.
SublimeHeartache: Without the cats, though.
SublimeHeartache: I'm allergic. I've had cats.
SublimeHeartache: I love them.
SublimeHeartache: But 40 would certainly kill me.
*****: I'm allergic too...
*****: silly me
SublimeHeartache: So I was thinking more like 3 dogs.
SublimeHeartache: And a ferret.
*****: dogs force you to stay active, cats allow you to wallow in your own self pity appropriately
*****: I think that's why they're the choice of loney old ladies everywhere
SublimeHeartache: Ohhh...You know, I never thought of it like that.
SublimeHeartache: I wonder where ferrets fall.
SublimeHeartache: I mean 40 ferrets. That would get really smelly.
*****: oh yeah
SublimeHeartache: But I wonder if they force the activity or allow the wallowing.
SublimeHeartache: Or if they are somewhere in between.
*****: too much cage cleaning
SublimeHeartache: Ferrets...The ultimate Pain Dullers.
SublimeHeartache: Enough activity to keep you from losing your mind, but enough independence to let you wallow.