Kittydoom and Kittyaid.

Maybe I'm just a bitch, but I don't give monkey's about kittydoom and her problems.

She has bills to pay? Yeah, and so does everyone else.

She has medical issues? So do a lot of other people.

She has six cats she can't afford? Not my problem.

She got sacked from her job? Maybe she shouldn't have been uploading all those skanky pictures to flikr.

Maybe I should start asking people for money. I don't have a job! Please donate to Sonsy's Help A Lazy Rich Kid Out fund. Oi.

Mind your own, thanks.

I saw my neighbour outside this evening as we were both collecting our post, and the following converasation took place. Oh, and bobwithoneb, this is not the neighbour who thinks I'm a vampire and a 'black witch'.

Me = Your ever-so-wonderful whatever the fuck it is I am.
N = Neighbour

N: I thought you lived alone.

Me: I do...

N: I always hear you talking to people in the bathroom. [Note: Our toilets share a wall.]

Me: Oh, I'm just talking to my cats! They're a bit odd.

N: You talk to your cats like they're people? That's the weirdest thing!

Me: And you always have sex at around 2.30 every afternoon.

N: What?

Me: You come really loudly. Oh, have a good day!

Seriously, who cares if I talk to my cats? At least I'm not screaming the house down every fucking day. Now maybe she won't eavesdrop on me through the walls! The funny thing is, is that when I'm here on the computer, I can hear her! And I'm nowhere near the shared wall!

[Side note: God, I love this icon. I need to go and read some Top!Draco, mostly thanks to fearandloathing.]