Cats R Us?

It's 11:30 and I can't sleep. I don't know why. I went to bed 2 hours ago and I fell into a slight sleep, but now I'm awake and I can't fall back asleep. Instead, I went downstairs to drain some of the excess thoughts that are floating around my mind.

Some jackass came into the bank today wearing a Cleveland Indian's shirt. I teasingly told him that we wouldn't help a Cleveland fan, to which he retorted with a "how'd the Sox do yesterday?" Fair enough. I asked him when the last time Cleveland won the Series was. He responded with a hey, atleast we've won more than once.

Uhhh, excuse me? The Sox have won three times. He disagreed. I was willing to wager every dollar that I have ever earned in my life. He said he didn't want to take my money. I asked him about 1906 when the Sox beat the Cubs. He said that was a World Series game because they were in the same division. What the F? Who the hell is this guy and where the hell does he get off? The Sox and the Cubs have never been in the same division. Uhh, American and National Leagues there fella. Get it through your thick skull...you're an idiot.

Ok, sorry about that. I guess I needed to get that off my chest. In other news, I've started living with someone. And things are going really well. She's fun to be around and I love having her here. I feel like I don't deserve someone so incredibly awesome as she is, yet I'm happy that she lives with me and I don't want that to change. There's only one thing that stands betweeen us: she has three cats. And don't get me wrong, it's not a deal-breaker. I'm ok with it. It doesn't irk me. I love one of the three, but one of them hates me. She always denies that Kaly hates me, but I can't even walk past Kaly on the stairs without Kaly hissing at me. I'm trying to get her to know me and stop that, but I don't think it will ever change. So, I guess I'll just have to get used to it. C'est la vie.