Talk to the kitty. Tell her about your day, your crappy ex, how pretty she is. Whatever. You are done with him. Make new habits. Cook new foods.

Wednesday.

Sympathy. They say rain by Wednesday should clear it out. Housebound but only with a cat. My car battery died from lack of use though.

That’s how my cat kisses me goodnight, she won’t go to sleep until 4 or 5 nose rubs. Sometimes she wakes me up in the night for a few more. It might be a cat thing, check.

Just a lot slushier that way.

It’s expected even if you don’t have a job. Popping out fora pizza? Go get dressed, do your makeup, fix your hair...

He just said it to be a snarky asshole and to put her down. He cares nothing about clothing.

If you’re pretty.

That’s what I thought the article was about.

And willingly give them all that data? 

Not hardly honest...

How will they be able to quickly exploit every little thing about you that the app sucked out of your phone?

You drain the swamp, the scum rises to the surface. I’d say he did a great job.

And I was purged to greyness for this.

Or worse.

Thanks. And could be.

The moles you illustrated were English moles, in Spanish the animal is el topo, the beauty mark is la lunar..

No accent needed.

Right. She’s a lawyer.

Under your clothes.