Grey chewing gum splats and flattened in the middle post-rainstorm earthworm that some kid rode a bike over, and now it looks like skinny bacon.
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“Inspired by character’s names.”
I have no idea why, but I say “Teenage suicide: don’t do it,” to my cat whenever she works herself into a panic. So, a couple of times a day.
“People will steal anything in a box it it’s left unattended.”
Honestly, cloudless days, when the sky seems vast and the space above us seems literally unlimited, and I realize that it is again, literally illuminated because we exist in the glare of a single explosive source comprised of flaming gasses and otherwise we’d be in total, frigid darkness: that makes me anxious.
So far, sex without either of them has been too, so I'll give it a shot.
“Something suddenly came up.”
I absolutely do not understand the appeal of Criminal Minds. It’s pretty much just watered-down for TV, self-important, dour torture porn.
Huh. I wear mine to work. Just got these, too.
The dog, all, “Is this a thing? Will there be food? No? No? Okay, later.”
Yeah, well, she is rubber, you are glue. Whatever you say...
Jenny O’Hara has been a versatile, under-appreciated gem for decades.
He’s adorable. And resourceful: I like how he apparently has all of his clothes painted on, rather than actually wearing garments.
I'll take six weeks and a Chik Fil A parking lot, when his tour bus stops. And it's an escape, not an abandonment. : (
The edges of that round rug are seriously filthy. Gross.
Every time I leave for work in the morning, EVERY DAMN TIME, as I cross the threshold of my front door, I panic for a second that I have lost my retainer. Which I have not worn for more than forty years. And is actually in a box in the attic, so ITS NOT LIKE I DONT KNOW ITS WHEREABOUTS.
Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been “Aimee.” AIMEEEE.