Fourty

This is what weaves through my feet at 6:30 in the morning. This is what makes me grind my teeth when I'm attempting to straighten my hair and she's pulling and chewing at the cord. This is what ate my head phones. This is what makes me think the thoughts I think, like, "what if I accidentally put dish soap in her water bowl?" But with a face like that, I instantly become a push over. She has so much power over me.

I don't really have much to say, but I will direct two seconds of this post at Meghan Duffy. Obviously it's a given, but I miss you, and so does the rest of montreal. If you don't come visit soon, I promise to try and recruit every single person that you miss and bring them to you.

I was at a bar last night, which will remain unnamed in case the wrong pair of specs are reading this, but it's where I went the night I met a certain lobster and it made me miss him lots. Quit being big headed and go back to the boy i met. hmph.