If God were a woman we never would have to go through periods.
And I must have done some damn bad stuff lately, 'cause it's been eight days.
Alannah: What will you do when I'm finished work?
A: You'll be heartbroken.
M: I'll go stark raving mad without someone to laugh at.
A: With, Stacey. With.
M: I stand by my 'at'.
Oh yes. The dog got cut yesterday. God, I was scared when he came home. There's nothing quite like knowing your pet is confused about what's happening to him and you can't do shit about it. He had no idea why he felt tired or weak or why I didn't feed him as much, or why he couldn't smack at me for tickling him, and I couldn't do anything.
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