If I wrote suspense novels I would just kill off the heroine at the end every time. She’s been through enough
Last Thursday morning I slipped on the ice and spent three days in the hospital. The details make me nauseous and dizzy to think about, so I will just say that many terrible things happened inside my arm and elbow, which required two hospitals and several procedures to stabilize.
please say hello to Tootsie Roll. she is six and retired from a breeder Tony knows through work. She has had four litters but it is her turn to be the baby now. she is one apple tall and very fast. and a model
I am developing some parasocial relationships with the birds in my backyard
the way I held eye contact with the new girl after saying “my youngest daughter is trans” for the first time
if you put me in a starter pack you have to tell me because I’m going to kick your ass
I was complaining about how the Christmas tree is up but the windows are wide open due to extremely unseasonable weather and then the fucking ice cream truck drove by
trying to follow back my beloveds as you guys follow me but if I miss anybody please tell me!
the ssris, mood stabilizers, benzos, antihistamines and steroids are all fighting for control of my body like a Troma-produced version of Inside Out
he was mad at me because I hooked his collar to the lead in my front yard so we could hang out outside but he Saw A Car Drive By and it was the worst thing that’s ever happened to him
