No, I don't mean the movie.
Acutally, I mean
my fucking cat.
Yessirreeeee! I have to go to the doctor and pick up a prescription for Prozac. Sadly, this doctor is a vet and the Prozac is for AmberGrace. On how many levels does this suck? Let me count the ways...
First, she has no physiological illness, "physically, she's the healthiest cat I've ever seen", so says the Doc.
Second, I'm not sure I can handle a mental illness in a fucking cat. How does this happen?
Third, apparently they will hand out Prozac like vitamins if it's for a cat, but if I go to the doctor, I have to feign death to get an aspirin.
Lastly, why me, God? Kiss my ass, Job.
On another note, two girls in sunglasses robbed a grocery bank in Cobb County Monday. Now they have become the Bonny and well, Bonny of Georgia. I have to ask, though, if these girls didn't have on a disguise, didn't try to run out of the bank and the godamn GBI still can't find them, it doesn't make them brilliant - it really makes the GBI look like total fucking idiots. Just my opinion.
Oh and speaking of idiots, the Georgia Legislature was set to vote on changing the no booze on Sunday law. Ain't it funny that Georgia is one of three states (out of 50) where you cannot by alcohol on a Sunday. No surprise here, folks. The bill stalled thanks to the snake-handling, retarded, Republican sub-committee (OK, so maybe they don't actually handle snakes).
Time to go lay back down until traffic and the storms die. Actually, there are raspberries and cream waiting for breakfast. That should help ride me through those monster nightmares about "Pan's Labyrinth". All I can dream about is straight razors and eating forbidden grapes. Maybe I should revisit Job.
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I am perplexed that you do not get more comments. Very funny stuff for those that think that you are writing fictional accounts of your life. No one in cyber space could imagine that your blog is autobiographical. By the way did you listen to the Pres talk about the “tornada?”
The only comments I get are from my Mommy, who is probably the only one around that luuuuvves me.
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