My name is connie. I love cats! And own seven!!
As she sat there so blasé, drawing her cigarette plotting her moments. The man she thought she'd never not love had turned her soul black, and deep thoughts sour.
Cats. What can I say. There's small ones, big ones, skinny and fat. But there all still a cat. Fancy that. One look with those eyes, and to no surprise there owners as smitten as that.
When your ten you want to be twenty. When your thirty you want to be twenty. Life passes so fast, like the blink of an eye... Before you know it time has gone by...