spoke the cat would like to say that i write these entries when i am angry and therefore incapable of worrying about punctuation or grammar. i rarely edit. i'm a cat. deal with it. send me catnip. adore me.
i'm a pain in the ass. too passionate for my own damn good. overly sensitive and under drugged. i need a drink more times than not but often indulge in a cup of tea, heavy on the cream. i over complicate thinks, think myself into circles or black nights of insomnia when nothing but riding the street car for hours will do. i think the world is headed for hell and yet somehow, we as humanity will rise up and save ourselves in the nick of time like the end of a hollywood blockbuster. i'm an incurable optimist who is always preparing for disaster and when you are looking for it, god help us, it finds you.