Neil Catrick Harris

People don't get me. I mean, you all get me. Because, well, why else would you read this crap? This blog is called Erratic for a reason, I am erratic. I am crazy and kind of all over the place. Like, tonight, I cried at work. CRIED AT MOTHER FUCKING WORK. Why, you ask? Someone stole my silverware. I don't know why I cried, but it was humiliating. I tried to hide and keep it from everyone, but I failed miserably and OMG I CRIED AT WORK. These are things that happen to me. I was just watching Modern Family and cried my eyes out. At a show. That is funny. Tomorrow if I watched the same show, nada. This is my crazy, this is my erratic.

I am getting a cat. Well, I guess we are getting a cat. The cat is currently 2 weeks old and we are naming it Neil Catrick Harris because Tini gave me the idea and it is the best idea anyone has ever had ever. We were going to get a girl cat, but now I think we have to get a boy cat to go with the name.

So, people keep asking why we are getting a cat. And my dead pan response has been because I want the cat to ride around on the dogs so I can post it on LOL Cats. Now, seriously, does anyone reading this actually think that is the reason I am getting a cat? No. Because you get me. I walked into the kitchen the other night and someone was saying "does she realize that dogs aren't horses?" YES I REALIZE THAT.

I just wish I came with a warning label. Like, some guy walked with me everywhere and handed out a little users guide to every new person I meet. So, they would get why I mumbled angrily under my breath to no one, or why I always talk to people as I am walking away, or why I can't say no, or why I am the way I am. I'm not crazy, just erratic.