journal

It’s fake as fuck but I don’t care. It’s not like I have a wall of styrofoam heads.

Good morning, world. We’re up and about and enjoying coffee with the cats. Pippin has spent the morning squeezing Chaucer out of all his favorite spots. First, she pushed him out of his spot between my knees before we even were out of bed. Now, she claimed Shawshank’s lap. Chaucer is in loaf form by…

TITSOAK.