One thing I miss about Eduard is that he liked me for who I am. He accepted, and liked, the fact that I dress like a boy, that I cuss like a sailor, etc. That's hard to find, especially in young-ish men.
But, men, i.e., companionship, are honestly the least of my concerns right now.
A moment ago, all three kitties were worshipping at the altar that is The Monitor. Now it's just Missy. I don't care so long as they stand off to the side a bit. Note to Missy: When you're lying on top of my gourd in bed is NOT the ideal time to perform your toilet on your nether regions. Euch.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:05 PM
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