why did i hear something break around here.

so help me if you made a mess after i spent a damn week cleaning.

part of it. i just pick up what deross leaves behind. nobody likes living in squalor.

something like that. you live most of your days underground, you tend to not want the dirt clinging above ground.

sleep with one eye open, gupta.

i was severely underdressed that match-up.

so when are we holding clark's funeral.

fuckin' hell not the bleach again.

whoever is covering ice patches with dead leaves around here is going to hell.

獣化

watching poor taste in men come to fruition.

猫の日間に合いませんでした

accidentally made my husband late to a match and now i'm being bitched at around every corner

Adolf von Becker (1831 - 1909) - The Cat on the Pillow. Oil on canvas.

nurse he's out again.