I Love Blogs

I like to just scroll through the blogs to see what I find. I especially like the ones that are written in a different language, like Chinese or Japanese. I'll pretend that I can read it and play make believe.

Some days, I'll pretend its something really funny and laugh and laugh.

Other days, I'll pretend its the obituary of a close friend and cry. Not because I'm sad, but because maybe it's actually the obituary of an old friend and I'll never know because I'm too lazy to learn Japanese.

Once, I acted as if they were movie reviews of my favorite movies...and they were all bad reviews. I remember going on and on about how they missed the little nuances because of bad translation of the subtitles.

Other times, if I'm really in a mood, I'll act as if its the long lost Constitution of the City of Atlantis. Geez, what were those guys thinking? Cities don't float.

That's when it gets weird. Or it would if anyone was actually watching me.

Cats...Who needs 'em?

Did you ever have a cat that you knew was so high and mighty that he was barely tolerating you and the reason he didn't just leave was that he really didn't know anyone and besides that, what kind of landlord would rent his apartment to a cat anyway?

Did you ever figure that the only way to get back at him for his holier-than-thou attitude was to purposely run out of cat food and take three days to go buy some more?

And then, did you ever come home with the food, let him see it, and when he followed you, did you ever go to the toilet and pour the food right into it and say "If you want it so bad, go get it!"?

And when he reached for it, did you ever flush the toilet and secretly hope that he'd get caught up in the whirlpool?

Huh? Did you?

And later, when he got out of the house and got killed by a car while you were at Home Depot, did you all of a sudden feel like you were being kinda petty?