i'm sitting in the corner of Panera during the busiest hours of the day. I'm PMS-ing, tired, and bloated from inhaling a jumbo bag of Rolled Gold pretzels last night. My hands are covered in scratches when on of my kittens (Midnight) decided to use me as a scratching post.
(that's the bastard, the one with the pink on his head)
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