Ok, so, I have got this sugar packet, I don't know where I got it, but I have it, and it says "It matters not how heavy you are, but who you are inside." And do you want to know what is inside?
Sugar free, sugar.
I keep it as a prize, and a trophy for some reason, and it is marvelous.
It states Sugar free, on a pack of sugar.
I'm not joking. Not only that, but it was basically calling me fat. If it didn't matter how much I weighed, why did you give me sugar free, sugar.
It wasn't Splenda, but it was a substance like it. I think.
If I ever make a new form of Peanut Butter, I'll call it "Wow, I'm really disappointed that it's not peanut butter".
So, anyway, my life, cannot go one day, without something happening, making me miserable, or upset, and I am very sure that my mental state is only going to go downhill if this keeps up.
Also, my cat returned.
I may not have mentioned that I have cats.
I have one as of the moment, but there was another cat.
So, a year or two ago, my family was planing on getting a dog, because we don't really care much for cats, when bam, the neighbor across the hall, decided to be go for a long while, without feeding, their gray cat.
At the time, the cat had the name of Rubin, but when we say the cat just starving, we asked them if we can take him in, since they weren't taking care of him.
So then, we have a cat.
We decided to rename him, to Nelix, after Nelix the Talaxian, from Star Trek Voyager.
Wow, out family is nerdy.
Not really, just my mother and I.
Anyway, about a year later, there was another cat.
Her name was Selina, named after Bat Girl from the 1960's Batman.
Anyway, she was living with a different neighbor, and the household had consisted of a mother, a Father, two children, and 4 cats.
They originally had 3 cats, but one of them ran away, so the husband (We'll call him Brandon), got his wife, Holly a new kitten, and then the cat that ran away came back, so now they have 4.
So, after a few months of living here, they were all about to sleep, when Holly had seen some scratches on Brandon's back.
Yeah, those kind of scratches.
She not only knew that he was having sex with another woman, but she knew who she was.
That would be her sister.
So they split up, and not only that, but he got two cats, she got the kitten, and we landed with the last one.
We had Selina for only the while that Holly was living in an apartment, to which she could only afford to have one cat with her, until she got a job that paid enough for her to pay her rent, and be able to care for the other cat.
After a few months, she kind of went quiet. We didn't hear from her much, and she still was living, and was working at a local restaurant that I will not mention. We had a few theories that we made to explain as to why she went quiet, and one theory stood out above the rest. That was that she had gotten back with Brandon.
About a month later, we got a new van, and VBS was about to start, so yeah, right now, we are at last week.
We picked up several kids with the van, including one of Holly's children.
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