12:23 A.M.

Henry said he was going to call at 12.  Obviously, I’m stupid and actually try to believe him.  Is it my imagination, or did people just start getting cellulite?  My cat hasn’t come back.  Where is she sleeping?  I feel so bad.  If she ever come back, I’m going to be very careful and never shut the door while she’s outside.  Oh, Cleo, please come back.  I’m on the rag and I don’t like it one bit.  But I guess I’ll have to get used to it ’cause it’s gonna be happening every three weeks now.  I have to go buy tampons tomorrow and maybe cat food too, if Cleo comes back.  And I want to get a flea fogger ’cause sitting on the floor, all sorts of pests are jumping on

10:30 A.M.

He didn’t call last night and he didn’t call this morning.  I don’t give a fuck about him – he’s a selfish asshole.  There is a huge red truck in my parking space and I’m pissed.  It’s even blocking the walkway.  Cleo hasn’t come back.  Has she found a better home?  Should I go around to all the houses on the street to ask them if they’ve seen her?  Poor baby, I hope she’s alright.  Why do people insist on parking in my space?  Why?  should I put my cone out there to block it?  Or should I get several cones and set up a barracade [sic]?  Get the fuck out!

11:12 A.M.

Why the fuck does life have to be so lame?  I came home from the store and there was no one to greet me.  My kitty’s gone.  The greasy guy who owns the red truck keeps looking in my apartment at me and I don’t like it at all.  And my house is even kitten-proofed with the garbage on the back of the toilet and toys everywhere for her entertainment.  Does she hate me?  I know I’m not home a lot but I have two jobs and a life – sort of

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