Every morning I wake up to things on the floor. It's pretty funny, actually. Probably should have named her Grace. This morning it was some picture frames from the bookshelf.
[He's pealing himself off the tar, dusting himself off and trying to look as though he didn't just face plant it into the ground in mid jump as his face turns the same colour as his bright read pants.]
[No he didn't, but he feels better pretending that he did. Stupid still wet ground. He was going to spit out how everything he does is dramatic but it's not like the guy did anything to make him fall so there was no need to be quipy with him.]
One of these days I'm gonna visit all the states just so I have an actual visual of them all instead of just an imaginary one. Do you get to visit there often?
Probably like a nice vacation. My dad has a pretty good sized house over on Long Island. It's nice to go there sometimes. The beach loves me. Or... I love the beach. Possibly both.
She's a sweet cat. Love her. But where most cats are graceful, she is not. And most days I love her for not being graceful too. Cute personality quirk.
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