*walks up two flights of stairs* *faints*
Cat: *makes direct eye contact, then knocks your glass right off the table*
No, it’s not a sunburn. *sigh*
This is all we need in the world.
You know, other than an empty cardboard box.
“What idiot called it ‘insomnia’ and not ‘resisting a rest?’”
Wi-Fi: “Connected.” Me: “Then fucking act like it.”
It’s a cold, cold world out there. But at least we have kittens.
“I love you, you love me, Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 3.”