Sometimes I contemplate breaking up with Chris just so I can have tacky leopard print decor.
Fred had to be rushed to the vet yesterday. He had a fever. His temperature seems normal now, and he’s even eating for the first time since Sunday. Let’s hope he stays that way.
That time Fred ate roasted chicken for lunch while I’ll be eating a pb&j sandwich. Nope, I definitely left the pb&j at home, so I’ll be having air and/or chips from the vending machine for lunch.
Sometimes I see girls with perfectly winged eyeliner, and I want to hit them in the face with a mug full of hot coffee because fuck the fact that my eyes are too ridiculously shaped for perfectly winged eyeliner.