I found a random cat in my house yesterday. Little gray tabby. I must have left the window open and she came in. Of course, being a cat, she did the cat thing when she saw me — panicked and hid under the bed. I just left the door open until she decided to leave. Exciting times at Casa De La Katiè.
Dr. Bob never happened. We didn’t even make it to dinner. I said something — harmless, I thought — and he completely wigged out. Said he had a friend who made a “very bad decision” under the influence of marijuana and refused to ever touch it. I told him that was fine, I hadn’t asked him to. He wished me “the best of luck in my future endeavors.” Wow.
Oh yeah — then I got fired.
Pumpkin Spice Month is always the worst month. I forgot how cursed my Octobers are. 2017 was when the kid got hit by the car and I tried to kill myself. Forgot about that one. Or the Halloween party in 2006 where I ended up naked and unconscious in a bedroom and got my ass beat for being a whore.
October is always full of surprises. I didn’t even cry when I got fired or when Dr. Bob decided to Nancy Reagan me. I cried when I texted LawyerBoy to say we needed to drink tonight and he said he couldn’t because he had plans.
I’ve dropped so much shit just to help other people when they needed me — including his ass. Like, cancel your other shit. I’d do it for you.
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