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My husband will not be okay with this.

Have allergies. Don't care. Love cats. Will sneeze violently and wheeze while snuggling them. Some joke about how a dude must like pussy for me to like him.

I was gonna post a good luck picture, but there's an otter and Mischa, so..... please refer to those for my sentiments.

You have been keeping this up a long time. At least you're consistent. ?

Me either, man. Now I just want to work at a place like a cafe I went to in Amsterdam where there's cats and you can hang out with them and eat cake and stuffs.

I just wanted to be someone else. I didn't think much about jobs unless I was imagining being an assassin.

I remember almost nothing unless I see something that reminds me of stuffs, so I'mma make some ish up about the time when you knew I was sad, so you shared both your juice box and gummi bears with me and that made me fall in love with you. Ten years later we got married and had a boy named Angus who grew up to be a rockstar and we got old and died together in a fire truck we stole. Ah, one of my most cherished fake memories.

Congratses. Anything can be good enough if you like it. My engagement ring was a €14 claddagh that I got at a Christmas market.

I guess this dude? I very rarely experience attraction, but I did have crushy feelings for Prince Eric and Tuxedo Mask when I was Little Me.

It's been two hours. DID YOU PUT IT BACK?

Uh?

I hope your hungry goes away. I have a powerful need to eat Pad Thai.

....What are you gonna do with the girlscouts?

It's true. If you don't have juice, you might as well hit yourself in the face with a brick until you forget about hangovers existing.

Buckets of juice, hash browns and fruit salad.

I was gonna post a raptor kitten, but my phone is all like, "Naw." Anyway, lovely feline life forms. I hope you all have much floofy good happiness together.

Howdy. Slow dance? That has such good reviews on Amazon. The music. Not my dancing.

I saw a box of chicken wings at the store. There was five in it. Five. No one seemed to understand needing more. Lul, Deutschland.

Me too. I'll flu with you. *Flus on stuff* Get well soon.

A proud loaf of bread with happy little baby toasts. Pweeze?

Whelp, either you get chicken or the outdoor cats do.

Maybe, maybe not. I do believe in fairies. They wear boots.

You want some leftover chicken wings? I think I can throw into another time zone. No, I can't. I throw like a girl.

I do know what that is. Time to slow dance with myself.

I shot some cans, ate chicken wings and fell asleep while the neighbors had a loud party. Now it's almost nine in the morning and I'm listening to the Polish lady upstairs yell at I don't know what. I don't speak Polish.