Also, for some reason, Blogger believes that this post should be double-spaced. I wasn't included in that decision-making process, nor do I agree with it, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Anyway, on with it.
My friends, I have a problem I need to share with you all. It's not all that serious, but it is most certainly impeding. I just need to know if anyone else suffers from this affliction, which I have taken the courtesy of aptly naming "Sicofokencatsitis".
For those of you with normal brains, that means I see cats fucking everywhere and I can't take it anymore.
|Except not usually that cute or well-defined.|
Anyway, this is especially detrimental when I'm driving, since the roads of Chicago are littered with lumpy piles of stuff and also hobos. But mostly the former. To me, though? All of those lumpy piles are cats. Or absolutely nothing at all. Maybe just the sun reflecting strangely off of a manhole.
|My car looks nothing like that. This is why I stick to stick-figures.|
|All I want for Christmas is a scanner.|
|The pile of clothes cat gets me every time.|