  My cat is trying to kill me. My arm, my eye, and everywhere else on my body has been sliced to all hell. I'm just one big, walking scab right now. It's sick. I forgot how much fun it was to have a kitten. He keeps trying to eat my pizza too. No way fucker, it's mine! I can't wait until the little shit gets declawed. My life will be complete again. Today is a sad day. Instead of primping myself for a night of hardcore partying at Ashley's, I'm trying to get motivation to clean my house for a little BBQ I'm having tonight. Fuck cleaning, I want to fly out to Colorado. I wonder how much tickets are? Anyway, back to reality. After the food tonight, I'm going to the Whiskey Bar in Henderson (I think that's what it is called).
I hear it's nice, but drinks are expensive. I'm gonna have to wear something skanky so I can get some free drinks. Oh wait, I think Jess is coming. Screw that idea. Owwwww....cat just bit my toe. I'm going to go do my dishes right now. Maybe I'll think of something else to write while I do that. Nope, nothing. I did find a giant cockroach though.
I hate the damn things. They are huge and they refuse to die. You can step on one and they won't have a scratch. Rumor has it that if you chop of their head, they won't die. Thats some shit isn't it? Ugh...well I have cleaning to do and showers to take. Peace out ya'll. 
