I don't know what to expect from my heart today. It seems best to lay in my soft bed with the sleeping cat on my head. She's my protection from martian mind rays. She's my tin foil hat. I'm either crazy or I'm a wheel not properly secured on a car. I go tha-dump-tha-dump-tha-dump.
Broken like everyone else, just a little more obvious today.
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maybe we're just being LESS obvious in our crazy, and you are being the same.
It is animal on the head day. I awoke with Kelly on my head. Dog does not care that it is my head and her butt. It is comfy to her.
Des-If other people feel the way I feel and they're not expressing it in any way, I don't know how they can stand it.
Bob-lol. Dog butt is notoriously smellier than cat butt. I feel for you my friend.
I was thinking this morning "when did my head become a cat-butt pillow?" so it's good to know that the animals convened for today.
It must be the full moon! My cat sneezed while looking me straight in my eyes... Yes, it was juicy. Yes.
Animals who *wear* tinfoil hats:
http://eclectech.co.uk/mindcontrol.php
(I would say cats, but apparently they are not cats, but otters. I thought they were cats. everyone thought they were cats. okay otters)
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