A couple of months ago, I moved from Alabama to Michigan. I'm currently staying with my dad, which means I'm around him and his girlfriend a lot. Now my dad's lady is a nice person. She's genuinely trying to get to know me, and I appreciate her efforts... But she's sort of a sickly woman. Apparently she's had health issues her whole life, and she's just really weak and frail. Like the first day I was here we bought a new couch. So I'm helping dad muscle this big, heavy ass couch into the house, and then there's Diane struggling to lift one cushion. Literally... She was holding one cushion and it looked like it was taking all her strength to do so. And she's always having me tote laundry baskets for her and groceries... I don't really mind. I don't have a problem with helping people who need help. It's just that some days I look at her and think about how easy it would be to kill her. It's strange to me because it's not really coming from a place of malice or hate. It's mostly because I think she would be easily dispatched. I think it's because I'm a cat...

(She does annoy the piss out of me on a regular basis though. I'm a private person, but she knows EVERYONE here, so EVERYONE here knows my business. I've actually heard her on the phone with someone I've probably never met discussing whether or not I'd found a job yet. Yes I do have a job, GOD DAMMIT! I miss the anonymity of "city" life...)