It's all in my mind

Tomorrow marks the one week anniversary of my being dumped. It's ok, I'm fine, really. I will move back to Milwaukee on Saturday. It'll be the first time I've lived by myself, I'll go back to school. I'll stop crying. It'll be great. Or something.

So, while planning my move and trying to look forward to my future as an independent, single woman, I came up with a sure fire plan to protect my heart.

I can't live without humping, so I'll have to institute the friends-with-benefits relationship with a guy or three. However, I will not let it get any further than that.

I already have two cats. For the next few months, we'll be in a little studio, but I will eventually move to something bigger and better. I once had a dream about a little orange three legged kitty that followed me around Menard's. I'm going to look for him. I will also get another kitty or two.

I plan on turning my apartment into one giant kitty cat jungle gym. My parents are always remodeling, so slabs of wood are easy to come by. I will carpet these slabs of wood, then attach them to the walls in stair-step patterns. I will create ramps and cozy kitty beds, too.

Perhaps, at some point, my f w/ b will decide he wants something more serious. Well, then I shall invite him to dinner. When we walk in, I'll say in my best cat-lady baby talk voice, "Look, baby kitties! Your new daddy is here!!"

Hey, I gotta protect my heart!