I suppose it doesn't behoove me to jump that far ahead in time in the narration of my own future. I've -still- not been able to move out, but I feel keenly that I can blame this entirely on the economy. The economy that does not make account for single cat-ladies who do not have a hubby who makes a waste fortune scouring the seven seas for oil and gas. Even the blasted house adds have pictures of a happy couple glancing gaily at their new kitchen, something which I feel is a stark discrimination of us single gals.
I want to see house advertisement were a kindly youngish woman is feeding her twelve cats in her new kitchen, that seems far more realistic (I might be slightly bitter, it's true).
I've landed myself a job though (yay), which is both amazing and utterly mind-numbingly terrifying at the same time. A quick search of the net, however, ensures me that should I want, I could have an Hello Kitty themed desk (and which girl, honestly, wouldn't want to). It might sooth my anxious nerves to be surrounded by pink kittens all day, but the new co-workers might not be as impressed
And I think we've got to be somewhat honest here: cat lady's are, unfortunately (!) not highest on the social hierarchy. We're rather stigmatized and we bear the burden of being frowned upon and herald as a warning for all single gals out there, when in reality, the truth is we're quite normal. For the most part.
