Dog's and Cat's

This is my dog "Sophie," she lives with her sister Maddie with my parents in Georgia. She's not actually my dog. But she's got a big sweet face that I like to kiss and squeeze.

Anyway, enough about the dog...lets talk about my cat, "Meena." She actually lives with me.
I think she's severly disappointed in me. I don't play with her enough, I don't pet her enough, I don't clean up around the house, I leave the lid down. Seriously, she will sit on the floor and stare at me with complete disdain in her expression. I'll call her, but she won't come. I really think she silently judging me. Whatever Meena, (if you're reading this) there are other cats that would love to be where you are!

I am awesome

I've solved problems, scheduled interpreters, fending off muggers, saved a baby from a burning house, and wrangled an escaped panda bear back into the zoo. So...needless to say, I'm tired. OF LIFE.
Just kidding, only about the "tired of life" part, the rest is for real. Life is alright. I got a raise. Why?
I dunno.
Does it matter?
Not to me.
Do I like to ask questions and then answer them?
Yes. So suck it.

On the downside, I watched two hours of "House" last night. On purpose. FYI: It's a pretty good show. Except that "House" guy is a real D-bag.

I got nothing else to say.

I have a blog now.

I just invented a site called a blog. My most important discovery for mankind yet.

Well, I don't think anyone will read this...so...I'll just talk about my big news.
I broke up with my long-time man-friend and now I need to move because I am not a rich bitch and cannot afford $1325 in rent and x amount of dollars in utilities.

Other than that I'm GRRReat.