#tbt to the time I smiled in a picture five minutes ago.
Just wrote this after getting worked up on Instagram.
The good news is I have the surf pretty much to myself this morning. The bad news is there is pretty much no surf. But the dolphins are out today. You can see a fin if you look very closely at the top center. So if one drops in on me on a wave, put on my tombstone that I died in the most tween girl fantasy way imaginable.
WHO LET THE DOGS IN
CAT. CAT. CAT.
(Source: kittiezandtittiez, via thejessicats)
Open house. And a monument to the last thing we ever really need to learn about math.
Been trying my hand at writing music. That hand apparently has an opinion on the matter.
FRONT PAGE OF THE TOYS SECTION UNDER A PORTAL GUN THAT I BOUGHT FROM THEM FOR MY SON LAST YEAR AND NEXT TO JON SNOW’S SWORD.
So this just happened.
This cat lives across the street from my new place. I am a weird percentage uncertain about whether or not it is a cat I used to own but adopted out when the babies were around because she was a scratcher and nothing worked. She seems to know me. Always responds to my voice and behaves the same way. I should know whether or not it’s her, but time does weird things to all things. I forgot an ex’s last name the other day. I like to think it’s her. The cat, not the ex. These days in her later years, she likes to think she is a car. Cat again. Maybe the ex, too. I don’t know.