Cats be like, "you know what would liven this place up? Really tie the room together? Some fuckin' puke in the middle of the floor."

There ain't but there needs to be.

...and you can't enjoy it because all you can think about is how it'll end and the dark, dreary misery will return only to be made worse because of the temporary reprieve you had from it?

Ever have one of those mornings where you're feeling alright, the sun's shining, the birds are singing, the plants are turning green again, the air is crisp and fresh...

Does anyone else get creepy, xtian domnionist, bank v.p. vibes from the aquasana filter guy?

The best naps are the ones where you're supposed to do something but you take a nap instead.

Well i'm here.