Sigh…I was a Bum last night.  I had every intention of working out but the death of my Sim changed everything.  I play the Sims 2 every now and again, especially when I need to just veg out and do something that requires little thinking.  I decided to work on My Sim and everything was going great.  Her skills were up…her mood was GREAT…she was in love.  A spontaneous fire in the backyard changed everything.  Suddenly a kind of “wild fire” just started in the backyard and of course my Sim decides to go down there and be alarmed.  I still had an hour before her carpool came so I decided to make her extinguish the fire.  All was going great…the fire was out and the car came by to pick her up for work…now tell me why suddenly her pant leg catches on fire…then suddenly the entire Sim is in flames and I am powerless to stop it.  The final irritation was the game hinting at the fact that I killed my Sim on purpose.  Sigh…I decided to keep her dead…create a new Sim and move that one in.  Since I decided to keep the grave on the property I now have a very angry fire ghost hanging around the house.  It makes the game more interesting, but still…she just burst into flames.
Anyway…I didn’t workout last night…instead…I played God and ate Burger King.  It was a nice break but today will definitely be a workout day for me.  My eating was clean all day today and I have been drinking tons of water.  I am still looking at Taebo Amped as an alternate workout because I am speeding through the ones that I have in my possession.  The only thing that is bothering me is all the negative reviews that Billy’s website is getting about ordering.  You end up getting all of these extra things added to your bill and end up paying more than you need to in the end.  So I am checking around for the complete Amped system through another company…I really don’t want my image of Billy to be warped due to incompetent people selling his product.
OK…I did something terrible last night…so terrible it has me feeling just as bad today.  I threw Voodoo out the house last night.  Now…before anyone calls me a monster (I already feel bad)…there was a reason I did this and it prevented me from wringing his neck.  Voodoo was a stray that was given to me as a kitten.  He is a nice enough cat…but he developed a severe fright of ANYONE who even looked like they would come within 20 feet of him.  He avoided all human contact…would hide the entire day and only come out when he was sure that there were no people around.  The damned cat was so scary that he wouldn’t go near his food bowl if there was anyone in the area.  He picked up this nasty habit of shunning the cat box and instead peeing on clothes (clean, dirty, in a basket, in the goddamn DRYER), shoes, furniture, pretty much everything and anywhere other than the cat box.  I have been trying to be patient…trying to understand that this is a quirk with some cats and their way of marking their territory.  The last straw was yesterday…my house smelled like a cat box because the cat decided that it would be a great fecking idea to pee on both chairs in the living  room…I cleaned that up (pissed off beyond all pissed off…I hate the way the chemical smells that cleans out the urine) and went about the rest of the evening.  What caused me to kick his narrow ass out of the house?? Well, later that night I went to the dryer to get my newly washed and dried clothes to fold and put away…I left the dryer door open while I went to get my basket…when I came back I saw the cat running out of the laundry room and hid under the table.  I smelled before I discovered the cat piss…the fucker jumped in the dryer and soaked my clean clothes with cat pee.  Not only that…the dryer now has to be bleached and treated to get the smell out…THAT WAS IT!
If I would have touched the Fucker I would have killed him.  I grabbed a broom…opened the back door and walked towards the ‘Tard.  He ran right out of the house without me having to touch him in any way.  I will not let him back in….if he decides to come back (I doubt his anti-social ass will) I will try to get him in a box and bring him to the pound.  I spent the next two and a half hours cleaning out the laundry room…the dryer…and re washing my clothes.  I know that Voodoo is the pee culprit because for the first time I woke up this morning without smelling that nasty cat piss smell giving me a headache.  I do feel bad…but not that bad.  I live in Government Housing and I would have to pay out of the ass to get the urine stains out of the floors and the smell out of the house itself.
I told the kids what happened and I was expecting them to be upset…apparently Voodoo had been voted “off the island” a long time ago.  They were just trying to find a way to catch him…
Like I said…I still feel bad…but not that bad.  Everytime I smell or have to clean out cat piss from my clothes, floor, or furniture…I will know that I made the right decision.

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