Sometimes I’ll come home from being out for several hours, and there will be a winter hat on the floor for no reason. I mean, the reason is that my cat has been dragging it around for a while, because he does his own thing while we’re out. But I like to think that cats are going on irresponsible benders while we’re out of the house. Eating entire pizzas, doing cocaine, that kind of stuff. If nothing else, I think that winter hats out of place tell me that’s exactly what’s happening.
Cats’re just not interested in art unless it’s got a beat and you can dance to it everybody knows that.
If you own a cat, and you don’t think seriously about sitting anywhere that cat has been, then you’re either super chill or just not realizing how little there is between the end of these creatures’ digestive systems and the rest of the world. I’m uncomfortable just thinking about how many things in my apartment my cats’ anuses have touched. Because the reality is that it’s probably everything.
This is the section of the storyline where we see all the characters’ couches. Rita’s couch is obviously the nicest. You can tell, because eggplant is a super classy color for a couch. Rita has impeccable taste.
Man, not sleeping is the worst thing. Have you ever just gotten back from a road trip, or had coffee too late in the day, or just torched some lines of cocaine and just not been able to sleep? I repeat, it is the absolute worst. When I was a young kid I had issues with anxiety. Not absurdly so, but I was a nervous little kid like I think a lot of little kids are nervous little kids. When I wouldn’t be able to sleep, though, that’s when I was the most anxious. If I wasn’t to sleep by a certain time I’d get anxious, and that would wake me up more and it would just be my own private hell, as far as that sort of thing goes for like 11-year old nervous kids.
