Sassy cat

I swear to god I have never met anyone that gives me more attitude then my cat. I swear every look is disapproving. I'm still in my pajamas after noon, disapproving glare. I put down some food for her, disapproving glare. I find a cure for cancer, disapproving glare! Nothing I do pleases this cat I swear!

Sophie

I want to shave my head

and Barbie's too.

So changing the subject, lately I've been in a really Poe-y mood. By Poe-y I mean Edgar Allen Poe. Probably because I'm convinved he's been following me around. Why? Because I'm a paranoid mess like that and it seems that everywhere I turn there is a some sort of referance to him. Why right now I just so happen to be sitting Next to a black cat and a Barbie That I renamed Emily Raven years ago. Coincedence? Maybe a little and maybe not so much.

Yes I've partially been seeking him out as well, but that's only because he started following me places first. Crazy old dead depressed gu- Wait! What's that tapping at my chamber door? Oh it's just Naboo, tis this and nothing more.

Sophie
P.s. I don't really want to shave my head.