I like cheeseburgers, too! OMGz

I have a lolcat problem. Like a serious problem. I'm on page 74 of icanhascheezburger.com. No lie. I like to rationalize that it's because I want a kitten (like more arduously than one looks for Madonna), but that's probably not a good enough reason. I think it's just a way for me to get a dosage of adorableness that would come with my being in a relationship or pregnant. (Obviously not pregnant, who wants to gain 190231 pounds and push a watermelon through a pin hole?)

But I'm working on fixing that. I think that I can at least try. I might even try getting pregnant. Miracles can happen, right? I wonder what the Pope would say if I were to immaculately conceive a child by having gay sex. Oh, right, Antichrist. I suppose I can get a Mia Farrow haircut. Except on a guy that's pretty much just a haircut.

I need a haircut though. And I need to be wonderful. Like extraordinary. Without a blue dress incident, preferably.