on which i switch blogs. again.

...and inundate you with pictures of cats...

My old cat, isn't she precious?

I know. I know. I suck. First I'm a Modern Dreamer. Then a shoe whore. Then I'm all glittery and lacey. And then a spanglish major. And now I'm a future cat lady. Am I writer? Stylist? Poor excuse of a fashion blogger? Boring lifestyle blogger? Who. Knows. All I know is I keep changing, and I keep saying, "This is it! I've found my niche. This will be my blog fo life." And then I change my mind (although to be fair Glitter & Lace was accidentally marked as spammed and has been in restoring hell ever since). And I change my tone. I want to be funny and sarcastic and clever (which I don't think ever really works out) and then I want to sound sophisticated and cool and educated (which really never works). So here I am. Attempting to write, since that's what I always thought was my thing, and which I've come to realize has been put wayyyyy back on the back burner. Just lots of writing, maybe funny? Who knows? 

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I'm not going to pretend this is going to be my blog fo life, since we know how well that's turned out for the blogs of past. And since my parents won't let me get a cat until I'm in a place of my own and my school has certain policies against feline roommates, I remain a future cat lady. I like hot black tea with sugar and milk, and I like to read trashy romance novels mixed in with all my fancy English literature. I sound like an idiot half the time when I talk, and it's even worse when I try to do it in Spanish. Every time I see a picture of a cat, I melt like a Popsicle on the fourth of July, and I spend way too much time surfing the web. Also. To be fair, I adore my dog more than life and I always miss her when I have to leave her and go to college.

Cutest. Thing. Ever.