THIRTY FUCKING FIVE!!!
Holy crap I’m old. I’m at that age where I look at people wearing or doing stupid things and say to myself “nobody over 35 should [fill in the blank]”… Thus, I think I’m going to dye my hair back to a normal color, because seriously. Nobody over 35 should have pink hair.
God I’m old.
On the plus side, I was in Wegman’s (giant grocery store) with Moth the other day and she asked me if I wanted any kind of treat to celebrate my last day in Ithaca. I saw a giant carrot-shaped sign hanging from the ceiling that said something like “try Wegman’s Most Delicious Carrot Cake” so I said, “carrot cake.” Moth took this to mean “you are a horrible mother beacuse you didn’t bake me a birthday cake!” so she got up the next morning and baked me a carrot cake. Now I have a whole carrot cake, complete with homemade cream cheese frosting to eat ALL BY MYSELF! MUHAHAHAHAHH! Holy crap, there is no way I’m going to eat an entire cake before it goes bad. Better get started!
I’m back in Boston now. Lard Ass was so happy to see me he’s already barfed 3 times! He molested me all night so I didn’t get any sleep, too. He won’t let me out of his sight for a second; he even tries to follow me into the bathroom and meows frantically at the door until I come out. Can we say co-dependent? I’ll admit, though, it’s nice to be missed sometimes, although I could do without the second-hand Tender Vittles.
