inspiring cats and dogs to get along, except i dislike cats, and i
think the cats can tell and the dogs surely pick up on it cuz they
can smell like everything, including fear farts, so i should
probably get fired.
if i were fired from life, i wouldn't have to worry about being
nice to people, or in my case, being less mean to them because i'm
really not that nice of a person, especially to people who might
not be my preferred combination of intelligent and socially
intelligent and self-aware and self-deprecating and not too
confident but definitely not insecure and not obsessed and kinda
lost but actually totally found. i'm pretty sure i don't even meet
my own standards, so it's a good thing there aren't two of me
trying to be friends cuz one of me would be like, dude, you're full
of yourself and think you've got it ALL figured out, don't you, and
you're annoying cuz you just do shit and make noise and won't shut
up and are wayyy too literal and joke about everything and troll
everyone and why can't you just be nice sometimes like a friendly
person so i don't have to fear your horrid snark-asm when i just
want to pour my heart out for one tiny goddamn second. and then my
selves would get in a slapping/punching/stabbing fight and we'd
both be dead. so it's a good thing there's just one of me cuz i'm
already close to slapping/punching/stabbing myself half the time,
and the rest of the world the other half. except i'm not really
angry and not really close to doing those things to myself, but
probably cuz i make sure to spend a lot of time alone, usually
working/dog-hugging/reading/cleaning/biking/studying/being/trolling/sleeping.
anyways, i haven't gotten fired yet from life, so FTFY
maybe i should start drinking again. then we can get shit fucked
up.