Kitty House!

Ok, I now know that if I ever build myself a house I absolutely MUST include these elements:

Cat stairs up to cat walks
(who needs bookshelves anyway?)
Built-ins (cubbies, that is)
Special litter box locale
(not shown has GOT to be a special dining table for kittens as well)
Rafters Ceiling walks, again with kitty stairs to heaven

EDIT: The Cat's House - book mentioned in the comments

Really? Seriously?

15 second answering machine message time limit.

Tried three times and was finally able to leave my phone number for this guy. Three fucking times.

Catch 22

I don't feel like dumping my brain here, but there's such a lot going on in there. All negative. All flubbery and depressy. All full of confusion and emotion and cat litter. I doubt that laying it all out on the table will do anything to make me feel better or any more resolved towards some definitive action, but what good is a blog if I can't type up a bunch of emo shit upon occasion?

Every single time I try to make a decision or display an action it's always the wrong one, or at least ends up feeling like the wrong one. It doesn't seem to matter what it is or what it's regarding. Everything that I say I end up regretting, if not right at the moment that it fumbles out of my mouth, then the next day when I'm stuck ruminating over the consequences of what was said.

This is the worst head space to be in. Self doubt plaguing every moment and only adding to the self-hatred and depressed mode of living.

I really need to get blissfully drunk. It's the only thing that I've found to make that awful voice in my head SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Stuff

You can fool all of the people some of the time, but you can't fool yourself for a second.

I totally agree with this statement from the article Don't Manage Time, Manage Yourself.

( Stuff Rant Is Long )

Hello, My name is Nikki, and I'm addicted to my Stuff.