cat lady

if you’re one of the 29 people [I know, PATHETIC!] who follow me on twitter

a] i THANK YOU!

b] realized that my mission for saturday was to learn how to dougie [i was COMPLETELY serious about this]

my mission was short lived and literally only went as far as typing “teach me how to dougie” on the search bar on YouTube. big momma (aka my mother) and i had a somewhat aggravated conversation about the status of my living quarters.

big momma: WHAT IS THIS?!?

me: what…?

big momma: THIS MESS!!

me: ….

big momma: you’re like one of those cat ladies. just look at your room! look at all this junk!!

me: a crazy cat lady or a hoarder…?

big momma: BOTH! how can you live like this? like a pig? blah blah blah blah [A La Charlie brown]

[allow me to clear something up: a] i HATE cats and would be IMPOSSIBLE for me to every become a crazy cat lady and b] in my defense the room was only UNORGANIZED to the untrained eye. i knew where EVERYTHING was.]

long story short, we went to IKEA! problem solved. my room is organized and now big momma can easily find all of my make-up, hair brushes, hair clips, Chi hair straighter, blow dryer and all hair products [which is GREAT for her but not so much for me]