Yes, it's Saturday night... and I'm home alone. Well, it's not my home and I'm not quite alone. I'm here with 4 cats that I'm watching for the weekend. But, being alone with four cats on a Saturday night has given me a horrifying glimpse into the future. My ovaries may very well shrivel up and die as I spoon Ben and Jerry's directly out of the carton. I could become the cat lady!
Please someone else tell me that you're home alone on a swinging weekend evening. And preferably you too will be covered in cat hair.
It's Saturday night, I have no date, a two-liter bottle of Shasta and my all-Rush mix-tape... Let's rock. - Fry, Futurama
I'm home alone on Saturday. No ice cream for me, though I have been eating brownies. No cats either, I'm a dog person and they don't allow dogs in my apartment complex.
I wish I had a dog. Hell these aren't even my cats. Were I at my actual apartment I would be really truly alone tonight. Which might make my eyes burn less.
FreakPirate said:
Well, my roommate is downstairs, high and watching TV. So I might as well be. I have to go to school tomorrow so I couldn't go out.
I'm super lame.
Who has school on a Sunday?!?!? It's the lord's day.
I live alone, and I am home. I'm not really depressed about it, though. I was invited to a bar, but I just feel like laying low right now. One of those, "Break out the folk records," kind of moods. I think it's my ADD, or something. I have a really low stimulus threshold, meaning I can get really uptight at a loud bar if I'm not in the right mood.
hotcurry
Los Angeles, CA
June 2004
JAN 29, 2005 10:16 PM