Ok, WTF is with large animals sneaking up on me and staring at me from my deck lately? This time there is a rather large dog out there…

I hate smelling like fruit.

I want real food. Where is my mommy.

I have cake, and I have soda, and I have ice cream, and I have chips.

But I do not have bread (well… white bread, but that doesn’t count), and I do not have pasta, and I do not have orange juice.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wow. Nine hours of sleep in a week makes me strangely hyperactive…

There is a porcupine on my deck.
Scared the hell out of me. Makes funny thumping noises when it walks. It kind of… waddles.
My cat wants to go outside and play with it…
Stupid cat.
Porcupines are ugly…

Well, now you’ve done it.

I AM SO SMRT.

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The word “pastor” means shepard in Latin.
I find that interesting.