smashtastic

Oh dear god.

Last night I saw a cat get run over. Not only that, but we also saw it convulsing and jumping around a foot off the ground while spilling blood and guts onto the road.

I'm raelly quite shocked I didn't cry, it was the saddest thing I've ever seen. It's not like the driver didn't see the poor kitty, it was 3am and we were the only two cars on the road. that dirty fucker.

So I'm sure by now I seem to be one of those crazy old neighbourhood cat ladies that yells out her window and talks to animals all day. But they love me and enjoy our conversation, so SHUT UP!

I just ate more pizza than ever with Warren. So much for a healthy lifestyle change.

Dead cats and a bloated belly. Could it get any worse?
OH yes.

Friday night I partied hardy. Saturday morning was my first shift at my new job. Puked many times in the back room throughout the course of the day, having my sympathetic new manager telling me I should go home if I have the stomach flu. I don't feel bad though. I stayed all day, and I actually think it could have been food poisoning or something because I never get sick from drinking, EVER.

So that was my weekend.