So, I have recently gotten a kitty. He is the cutest, fluffiest, and most loving thing ever. He has also caused me to rethink my desire to be a less awkward version of myself. I am so very tempted to buy a million kitties and live alone in an old house with a large overgrown front yard. When I’m about 40, I just know I’m going to be one of those ladies at work who wears heavy knit cardigans and talks about the latest adorable thing her cat did. The worst part of this all is that I’m totally okay with being that person. Infact, I’m already on my way. The other day my roommate was complaining to my friends that when I used to come home I would call out her name to see if she was home, but now I call out my cat’s name. But I guess for the purpose of this blog (and I guess for my future too) I’m going to attempt to resist all temptation to slip into a world of fewer people and more fur. Let’s see how this goes.