robots water the lawn

This is Kitty, my sleeping buddy. I realize the name "Kitty" is not an exceptionally original name for a stuffed kitty. However, I love her dearly and we are probably going be cremated together. [Would they charge extra for that?]

Goood morning!

I'm supposed to be at college being studious and whatnot, but instead I decided to stay at home and sleep and drool on myself and work on a sweater I'm knitting and watch porn. [I'm only kidding about one of these things, by the way. Here's a hint: I don't know how to knit.]

I'm trying to decide what this blog should be all about. My other posts signify that I really have no idea what I'm doing, and I guess that's okay. However, I would love advice or suggestions [ or feel free to tell me I'm an idiot or really anything else you want to get off your chest.]

Here's a rant:

 I reallyreally hate it when you go to a store and the cashier asks you if you would like to donate a dollar to the "Starving Ethiopian Children" or the "Mothers With A Child Addicted To Meth Foundation". And no matter how politely you decline, you can still feel their judgment burning into the middle of your forehead. You just know that your image in their eyes will forever be tainted because of  your callous, uncaring stinginess. And they KNOW you have a dollar to spare because they just gave you your change. [This is generally where you avoid eye contact and maybe smile a close-lipped smile at their shoulder and quickly exit the store, your guilt and shame trailing behind you, along with the cashier's silent profanities directed at your retreating back.]

Okay. Sorry I wasted a minute of your life.  That picture made me laugh though. And that seriously happens to me like, every other time I go somewhere and I am always filled with the same guilt and I just know that God or Buddha or Zeus or whoever is putting me on their List.

Anyway.....please give me suggestions or whatever.