alieneeeter

Cats are truely wonderful creatures. When you cry they come climb onto your lap to comfort you, just as though they are a friend.

I don't know what I'm crying about. Because I'm not living the way I want to. I *am* living the way I have imagined I would since I was eleven, alone and surrounded by cats in a little house with a nice backyard.

Screw the ideas of marrying a rich guy and having an affair with the guy who cleaned the pool, like my sister and I always talked about doing. Gone are my adolecent dreams of Robert Hauge. We called him Bob in high school, and I wonder what he's doing now. I should look him up.

I haven't talked to Conni in almost three years. She was my best friend, and now she's a stranger. Just tried looking her up on Myspace, but can't figure out how to spell her fucking last name.

I found no sign of Bob, or Sonia, Kristen, Siobhan (though last I heard of her, I dont wanna talk to her) Hannah, anybody. Only Jodie, and since my dad works w/ her mom, there are easier ways to get in touch with her. But the internet is better, in case she doesnt want to talk to me.