friday is the tits

sometimes bloggers are all "ZOMG A FEW THINGS FRIDAY" and it makes me feel like a slightly less of a terribly disorganized person that can never just get their fucking shit together because they're too busy listening to howie day's "collide" on repeat all day to post something cohesive that has an actual point.
so i'm going to "a few things friday" the shit out of this post.
i feel like a majority of the time i spend on facebook is me mainly unfollowing everyone that annoys me. regina george helps with this.

once upon a time a cat hung out at my house.  i won't like all the way admit to the fact that it was a clever plot to try and get the cat to be a permanent roommate because then shitler will be all "I FUCKING KNEW IT" and i will deny it till the cows come home (which is a weird saying but i still like it) but his name was charlie and he was fantastic and he loved rumchata and also acted like a dog.  and it's no secret that cats crack me up and i just want to look at cat lolz all day long as a full-time job. so i made this side by side thing.  on the left is shitler and sir charles sizing each other up.   and on the right is exactly how i imagine cats make fun of us.

i read some where that it's not a good to tell people when you're going to be home alone.  so naturally i'm going to tell the internet.  but i think that makes me semi-full of myself because that's operating on the assumption that enough people read this and would care enough to take time out of their weekends to terrorize me/home invade.  so really - shitler will be out of town this weekend.  murdering rabbits.  and i'm going to watch practical magic at least eleven times and weep because i'm still bleeding internally. i don't imagine he'll need all these weapons to hunt down wabbits but in my mind i like to think so.

lastly.  there's a new topless picture of miley and whenever i look at it i react like a teenage boy and my brain just giddily screams TITTIES TITTIES TITTIES TITTIES TITTIES.  mature, i know.  if you want me to send you the x-rated version that doesn't have smiley faces covering her nipples just let me know and i'll gladly send it your way.

for all the wins in the world i've been listening to sam smith constantly this week. it seems to help salvage whatever sanity i have left. HERE YOU GO WHITNEY.