The title grabs you, eh? Makes you think I'm going to spill the details about recent dating adventures. I wish that was the case. The last guy I went on a date with turned out to be on morphine, and was just starting to reduce his doses. Yeah, after I discovered that there might be a case of withdrawal, I felt there was no need to stay in touch.
That being said, my comment to the online dating world out there is simply this: if you say in your profile that you are not a pervert, you probably are a pervert. End of story.
Sorry guys I can guarantee that 100% of women who do online dating will agree.
You're welcome.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
House Arrest
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| Tornade is not impressed |
That is a cat on a leash. I have become that person. You know the one, the crazy old lady who lives by herself and walks her cat on a leash.
Well, I'm not quite there yet. But I have put Tornade under house arrest. His days of free roaming is over.
So what's the dealio? He stays inside when I'm not home, and I tie him up outside when he is.
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| Apparently I'm an enabler |
So how do I manage to keep him happy?
I drug him. Seriously. He's jonesing for some catnip as I type this.
Please note the rhinestone collar.... he f'ing hates me.
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