I had a really weird ass nightmare.
But there was a really cute guy trying to help me not die, so it wasn't all too bad!
It's hard to type when a oh too cute kitten is trying to push my iPod out of my hands so I'll pet her instead of type my blogposty.
Well she went and sprawled out on the sleeping Tio. (My cute skinny cuddle buddy.)
The Italian Greyhound.
Which is funny, because Italian Greyhounds are actually from Greece.
They were just in so many paintings with famous rich Italians that they're known as Italian Greyhounds.
I'm fucking starving.
I haven't ate yet, woke up a bit late this morning.
But my bed felt so nice and I had fluffy kittens and a warm cuddle bug. I couldn't convince myself to get up.
Let's just say I was being held prisoner!
Time for me to find something to eat!
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