Home Alone

Sometimes living alone sucks. Like when you come home and you can't unzip your tight vintage dress because the zipper in the back is caught and you work at it for a good 20 minutes and while pulling on it and frustrated that you can't even undress yourself the whole thing rips in a way that you know can't be fixed. Defeated you go to take a bath and all of a sudden hear this noise inside the apartment and hear the bathroom door open and the shower curtain gets pulled aside and you are deathly afraid because you thought you were by yourself and forgot that your friends cat is staying with you and is apparently a giant pervert. BLAH, last night was pathetic.