The Vulgar Travels of an Indoor Cat
The first time I’m leaving this country or actually travelling (It is a good time to use America Fuck Yeah!)
China bound in 2 Days!~
So I’m going on an adventure to a land of the blessed Communists. I’m having mixed emotions of fear and anticipation. What am I saying. Is there ever a moment where I’m not feeling this? I’ll put good use to my American knock-off-traditional-modesty toward some relatives. Take off some shoes while entering the house. Use that Chinagro lingua I’ve been brought up with and hopefully we’ll see how it goes.
My mom’s been spouting out her usual “in China” stories but this time she’s been warning me about the pick pockets.
On a kinda better note, I’m gonna be a fat ass Pusheen cat when I come back after eating enough food to feed an African village.
I befriended a really cute korean boy and he agreed that he would be my doll and let me crossdress him up. bwahahahaha
Words are so attractive
Words make me fall in love.
Yes, it sounds stupid. Maybe it’s true to all of you. Maybe it’s something universal.
I admire people with “big dreams”. The things they tell me. Their goals in life. How they plan and just chatter about making big scale change. I may be like as foolish member in a suspicious cult group, being persuaded by words with no basis. I may be like a commercial-reeled-in-consumer to a serving of Mcdonald’s FishMcbites (Ok, I know, I regret it).
They’re who I really look up to. Even though it’s foolish to be fond of people that aim big, but physically don’t achieve those things I understand there’s a sense of loss. Yet, I can’t keep but wanting to attach myself further to them.
Maybe I am just a cliche kind of person, wanting those sensitive and emotional partners in life?
I’m still ignorant, foolish. I fall in love with the people and their way of words.
But I say, I wouldn’t ever regret it.
My personal obnoxious blog if anyone wants to join me in my journey with lots of (possibly inappropriate poses of) asian girls, cute clothes, fashion shiz, and of course cats.
Ok so I felt like writing one of these because it’s been looming around for quite awhile.
It’s about superficial things and girls okay.
“Can one desire too much of a good thing?”.
Shakespeare makes me have all the same feels as shoujo manga.
It’s 4am in the morning and I’m reading shakespeare plays as a guilty pleasure.
Wow I’m lame.
Sometimes I wonder, where did it go wrong with you and I?
I was your friend or maybe “acquaintance” for sometime and then you express how essentially I was the “vector” the one that led you on a path to understanding what you needed in life. (I justify that with the fact that you are pursuing that as your goal.) Maybe I’m not the direct source but I did and I know how I did contribute. I always wanted to disregard the fact that you left me because of peer pressure and false notions from others.
Sometimes I tell myself I never really was your friend in the first place in order to make myself feel content.
Maybe I neglected you.
Through years experience, I realized my friendship was slipping, degrading to an acquaintanceship.
No assumptions whatsoever, in all truth.
Sometimes yeah. I guess I’m human. I still think about you, or feel pity or even…cherish you as a friend still even if you give me no actual conversation or physical act.
I question is this just a want for attention whoring?
Do you actually despise me or keeping your stubborn nature keeps up your image. Many days, I can’t believe I let these things foul my mind constantly or just every so often.
I hear no words from which you speak.
I am being selective to who I direct this too. Because you did nothing wrong(yet to me), I have much respect for you. You as a person.. I think you are amazing. It’s kinda sad how in human nature, when you cannot obtain the amicability of a person, you have much more respect for them.
I am weak.