It's so difficult to be productive in a world in which, regardless of the activity, it can always, always, always be trumped by hanging out with my cat.
I definitely fell down the stairs holding a pair of scissors at the Source Festival tech today. Only one person saw/heard me, which worked out in everyone's favor.
Because I fell in total silence except for the thumpthumpthumpthump, and legs looked something like V and my face looked something like $O
Packing to move is a bitch. Like the biggest, meanest, most spiteful bitch you ever met. She gives you wedgies and takes your lunch money, and makes you eat worms even though you're a vegetarian and a member of PETA.
Unpacking after moving is amazing. It's a brand new friendship in which you haven't figured out any of the other person's flaws and
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