i don't even like cats.

I am huffing and puffing from bolting down my apartment stairs to the laundry facilities to retrieve clothes that I'd put in the dryer approximately four hours ago.  I'm not sure why I felt it was necessary to rush, after I'd already forgotten them there so long... an extra thirty seconds couldn't have made that big a difference.  Luckily for me, all of my homely, boring neighbors typically do their laundry on Saturdays, so all of my business casuals hadn't been thrown angrily onto the detergent dusted floor.

Our apartment manager failed to mention at the lease signing that we were moving into a complex for future or current cat ladies(and men!).  I fear that by moving into these apartments, Roommate and I have doomed ourselves to a lonely life of Fresh Step and store brand cat food.  But I don't even like cats!  Unfortunately, Roommate has already proven this theory false by shacking up with some guy for the past few weeks, leaving me to be the fat, ugly desolate one.  The only thing waking me up for attention in the middle of the night is her cat scratching my door after he's been exiled from his owners room for trying to get in on the action.  That's right.  Roommate is a cat lady and is still getting laid more than I am.  I can't talk about it anymore.

So, here's this blog.  I've started approximately ten zillion blogs in my life, dating all the way back to the preteen days of Teen Open Diary, and I've never kept up with a single one.  I'm flakey.  That's my biggest annoyance with myself lately.  I'm working on changing it, but old habits are hard to break.  I've always quit everything I started.  I quit basketball to play piano, I quit piano to join band,  I quit band because it was for dorks and I wanted to smoke pot with the cool kids. I gave up my hard earned position of Yearbook Editor my senior year because the thought of being in charge of a nationally recognized yearbook gave me panic attacks.  I quit church to pursue spirituality, and quit that to pursue a very troublesome drinking habit, which also happens to be the reason I am a 21 year old college drop out. 

Now I am trying to quit quitting. 

Except for right now.  Right now, I'm quitting this post and going to bed.