I just feel like Jeff Bezos absolutely has one of those Men In Black mind wipey things, so if he could just give me a bunch of cash and just Eternal Sunshine my shit, I might be ok.
Good morning, internet. It's Friday. Cat in the lap, coffee in the cup. It's also my damned birthday. My phone sang to me. No one has puked. Maybe the universe…
Good morning, my lovely friends. ☕ It seems like the worst of the weather is over. We needed a few things for dinner last night, and he dropped me off…