Cat Thoughtalog

Through me you pass into the city of woe

It’s like a party you were only invited to because you have the best drugs. Now that you’re here, everyone who’s nice to you just wants something in return, and all the other guests want to make it very clear you aren’t welcome.

No one told you the theme, and you feel wildly misdressed.

But then again, at least you’re at a fucking party, and you do have the best drugs, so fuck the haters, get inappropriately drunk, and say some shit you regret immediately. 

It’s a dance dance REVOLUTION, and you are no wallflower.

I keep my music just loud enough to soften the sounds of morning subway. But when it comes I search for the harsh metal on the body of the track.

I want to fall in love with the horrific beauty of a grid system that erupts in chaos below 14th street. 

Who told you the Upper East Side starts at 59th street?  Wikipedia?  Cause it really starts at 76th.  Trust me. I know. I took a class on vegan cooking up there.

So, I’ve tentatively committed to moving to Brookyln in the near future, a plan that 60% of the known world has had at one point or another.

I think I’m selling out, but SoBro is the new meatpacking district, and I’d like to be apart of a gentrification scene.  At the very least, I need to hop the turnstiles at the subway.  Just to say I’ve done it.

I live on the top floor 

Of course I am apt to be on any floor at any time… 

I have my own room 

It has a coat rack which is a large as me

—and he always says “Good Morning Eloise”…