Kourney at Parties:

I have pretty bad social anxiety so I tend to avoid going to parties - particularly parties of people I don't know. But when I was asked to go yesterday, I agreed! (much to my own surprise)

I walked in the door like I was Pink in the 90's and I about to get this party started. I had my ginger-ale in hand, respectfully took my shoes off, and greeted the person I thought was the host of the party.

I made my way around greeting and introducing myself to the humans that filled the room.

 I am not very good with small talk. I think it is a waste of time.

What Kourtney says, "huh!"
What Kourtney is thinking, "Literally everything you just said does not matter."

I will not remember your name if you are not interesting.

(See! This is why I avoid parties. I'm the worst.)

So I tend to talk about things that could potentially spur a proper discussion.

I could see in their eyes how they were soooooo not there with me but I went on talking about different Shakespeare plays because I didn't know what else to do, and I figured it was a better topic than serial killers.

As I was left standing in the middle of the room by my self, I started giggling hysterically. I had realized that I had just done what The Programmers had done when they tried to flirt with us at The Up and Up just a week ago.

The Pips

Let me tell you about The Pips.

Her real name is Pipsy and we met for the first time in July of 2013. Of course I adored her at first sight. She was fat and had big yellow eyes that looked like they wanted to murder you in your sleep. What's not to love?

The Pips is basically our third roommate. When I come home, she always greats me and tells me about her day, and I ask her her opinion on very important life questions. When Grete and I are sitting on the couch or eating The Pips will sit about 6 feet away and just stare at us while breathing loudly. She is like Brainy from "Hey Arnold," just weezing away as she stares into your soul.

She often likes to sit on the radiator and stare at you while you are showering. it can be unsettling at times.

  Once I get out of the shower  and wrap myself in a towel she will demand that I come over to her on the radiator so that she can give me a hug while i scratch behind her ears. If i do not comply, I run the risk of a nice pile of vomit outside my door.
 

 

The Pips is normally not allowed in my room because of my mouse. But when Grete is gone, I let her sleep with me. It gets rather frustrating when she is done exploring my room and demands my attention while I am trying to find sleep.

There are time, though, when she is too darn cute to resist. Particularly when she flops on the ground with her little paws in the air, exposing her fat, soft, kitty belly. I just want to rub my face on it! But I know better.

Thanks Admiral Ackbar.