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It’s a boy!!! Name to be determined, but he is the cutest, most cuddly, most ridiculously adorable shitten in the whole world!! Newly adopted, and fully adored.

Im ecstatic because we’re on our third dog training session with a personal trainer, and it’s like having a whole new dog!! Ella no longer barks at other dogs while on the leash, and on Thursday she had another dog walking 2 feet in front of her and she didn’t react AT. ALL. This is huge for our dog who used to have a

Um, I’m probably completely biased, but if you’re from the east coast and you don’t work in some sort of LA specific entertainment job (and you’re not delusionally trying to “make it”), then no, you will never truly love living in LA. I apologize for having to tell you this.

I recently moved to the west coast from the east coast, and it’s not feeling like home yet (it’s been about 8 months). I also moved to a way bigger city than I’ve ever lived in before. The homeless population here (and how the city treats them) makes me really sad all the time. The traffic is so ridiculous- I’m

Catalina should be coming home sometime in the next month. She’s officially not receiving any care other than her CPAP and encouraging oral feedings, so the doctor said she can get home care for a couple months. We’re now arranging things with the insurance company.

Happy Saturday folks!!! I’m a sometimes commentor, big time star everything haha but I wanted to share that yesterday my mom passed her citizenship interview and exam! I hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Show me yer nailz, fam! I have a bunch of client meetings coming up this week so I needed this week’s mani to be APAP — As Profesh As Possible. ;)

That’s part of the millionaire ethos, and why we’ll never be one.

The name for that color is staring us right in the face:

My Father was an Air Force Air Mobility Command Officer (Now Retired). I’ll let his email to me speak for itself:

Shots fired.

All of the height of her neck got put into her back, and the actual presence of a neck disappeared.

Something good: My 16-year-old dog had a tumor removed, successfully, and has been feeling so good that she’s been using her cone as a weapon to gain revenge on me for banishing her to it.

So. I’m sure there’s an Irma thread somewhere. But I’m sitting in a hotel room 2 states away from my little condo (dead center ground zero for this vicious bitch of a storm) worrying, and can’t be buggered to dig. And this will probably stay in the greys, but it’s nice to know that the world is still going here on

I’m so glad he was ok! You really needed to start the story with that because I was reading through your story like “oh god oh god oh god.”

I wrote a new poem. It is called “Everything is Hot Garbage.”

I got a cat! It’s my very first pet of my own (not my parents). She’s feisty and sassy and fun and extra cuddly in the mornings.

Bottom-shelf whiskey and Coke.

My cat is in the hospital all weekend receiving IV fluids. She has kidney disease and I am complete wreck. I have never lost a pet before and I don’t think I will be able to handle it when the time comes. She is the sweetest girl in the world and I just want so badly for her to be okay.

It’s my dad’s birthday. We’re celebrating by going to see It later tonight.