Destined to Be a Cat Lady

I need at least 15 cats and some puff paint ASAP.
Misshapen, over sized sweat pants, preferably purple, bright purple.
Bright red, 3 inch pumps.
Torn panty hose.
Old, pink sweatshirt with one of those horrible iron-on pictures of a cat, poorly traced with silver puff paint.
Unlit cigarette hanging out of brightly painted lips.
Walmart.
Shopping cart containing: cat food, fingernail polish, ash tray, (because one of the cats broke my other one, of course.) ding dongs, ben and jerrys, granny panties, the latest Britney Spears CD, (because the cats LOVE her, of course.) One bottle of Old Spice cologne, nag champa incense, new panty hose, and the latest issue of Cosmo.
Men.....Who needs men when you have 15 cats, right?
I don't understand them, and ya know, at this point, I don't even want to.
There has to be more to life and love than this.
I tried to read last night.
Impossible.
I can't even read because my head is so full of fast moving thoughts.
It's spinning. My little robotic heart needs and oil change and a fluids check.
I worked out last night for the first time in ages.
Nothing too involved. But it felt good, nonetheless. I figured that keeping my outer shell healthy couldn't hurt since it feels like my insides packed up their shit and quit. They didn't even give me a two week's notice!Well Mr. Blog, here's to another day, another dollar. Thanks for listening.