It's not me. It's you.

I got home today and Moby met me at the door, throwing himself on the floor for belly scratching. I sat down, giving the cat some much needed attention and realized that I am officially the girl who goes home alone everyday to her tiny apartment in Brooklyn after a long day in Manhattan looking forward to an evening talking to her cat.
Publishing companies make millions of dollars sending self-help books in our direction, "saving" girls like me. Girls who understand "Meow meow meow meow" far better than they will ever understand "I'd like to buy you a drink." But as I sat cuddling the cat, making sure he felt cared for after a full day alone, I couldn't help but realize that being the target demographic of "He's Just Not That Into You" just isn't as bad as it sounds.

Thats enough blogging for now, I'm going to go needlepoint.

posted by k. @ 6:30 PM