today, as i was riding home on the subway (surprise surprise) i realized that the guy across from me was going to go home and write a blog entry about me.

it would go like this:

on the ride home this afternoon, there was a girl across from me with a box. the outside of the box said something about detergent, but i swear i heard scratching coming from the inside. she probably had something alive in there. this city is so weird.

of course, had he looked in the box, he would have found:

the girls at the library found her and no one else wanted her. so, yes, when four pairs of eyes looked at me and said "what are you going to do?" i did the only thing i could do. took her home with me. she's been to the vet, she's got medications for what she needs. now all she needs is a good home.

and a good name...