Coffee, Cats and Cigarettes

We've got that weird thing going on...you know where you tend to refer to yourself as multiples and in the third person.
You can call us insane if you want, but then you'd be well in your right to do so. I'm clinically insane, but we'll not get into that...
I don't need much in life, give me a cat to sit on my lap, a good book, a hot cup of coffee, a pack of smokes and we're doing good. Why complicate it with all that other shit? The fast life and rat race subtracts from the good things...

But then that's always been our excuse...I'm a poor arse bum who is also the richest girl in the world if you view me through the right lenses.