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I should be doing laundry. But I'm not.

Instead I am listening to Rush and attempting to update you fine folk. What I have learned this week:

-turning 23, doesn't really amount to much of anything.

-when you're apartment turns off your air conditioning and it's still eighty degrees outside, one should stop having sex. In addition, one should definitely not have sex then try to go to work. People will know you had sex.

-even if your cat is big for his age, he still cannot take on a chihuahua.

-said cat has an odd obsession with marching band music and lays on my laptop when I have it playing.

-waking up with a boner isn't as fun as I imagined it to be. (I'll let you work that one out on your own)

-going to clubs was exhilarating when you're 21. Even two years can change all of that. If I'm to go to another club, I demand they play this song.



-taking pictures of your own vagina is tedious and way harder than it seems.

-finding someone else to take pictures of your vagina is just as difficult.

Luckily I am able to take pictures of other parts of my body. For your enjoyment:






My newest tattoo, done in June, maybe? Can you guess what it says?


My new purse.



Until next time...