Other Kittyholics: Hi, Chick.
Downtown Chick: Well, this week has been good. I ate some canned meatball spaghetti, went on a date with Keanu Reeves, saved my half month's pay after paying for my car loan for my black on black tinted Accord EX V6 which still runs like smoke when Grass-eater looks out from his window and sees I'm stalking him, gas for around $200 a month which used to be half (I'm already pumping mostly just Arco and 76) and Mercury full coverage insurance and only bought half a dozen pairs of Hello Kitty panties from Fashion District. They're going for $13 a dozen and I managed to only get half a dozen. They come in bubble gum pink, sharp pink, blue, green and white. I got the light pink, dark pink and white in Downtown. Of course, it's made in China, not by Sanrio...
Um, I'm sorry. How many minutes do I still have...? Pardon...? Oh two and a half...? Okay... I'll share more then: when I was small, my parents never bought me any Hello Kitties so I feel an urge to pamper that inner child of mine that still desires Kitty and wants to be her best friend now. In the end, we were born in the same year (1976 - there was rumor about Kitty being born in 1974 which was untrue; probably her ex-boyfriend - the little teddy bear on the second picture on her souls whom she used to date - spread the rumor after they broke up cuz he's jealous of her continuous charm over three decades while he lost his hair, got a beer belly and married an ugly Japanese dumb ass...) and both of our hobbies include making new friends, traveling and baking cookies.
Iadmit I am powerless to my addiction to Kitty and leave myself to God. God loves Kitty too. He told me last night when he helped warming up the Whirlpool oven. I mean, God is nice guy. He's really caring, has a good job, takes me out, bakes cookies with me but for some reason, I just couldn't get to "it". I love him. I definitely do. There's no doubt about it. But when I thought of Kitty, and how girly I feel with only Kitty in my bed with only my little girls' panties on, I just wish that's forever. I just wish my pussy will never be territorialized by anybody else until I die. And I just wish I will die as soon as I want.
I have been volunteering in the Downtown Women's Center and working a new job trying to be helpful. I hope when my life has no meaning to myself, it can still offer others some use just like wrecked car parts on Craig's List. Thank you guys.