i’m using this as a platform to vent:
i’ve been overally thanking people and petting my cats and putting back the cat hair that falls off, back on them so that it doesn’t get on my floor.
i keep reading the second mystery and then i read the first one next so i can guess who the killer is by page 135.
there’s this fly stuck on my wall poster of a big forest. should i help it?
i like bob dylan’s name (oh God, don’t kill) just not his music.
i like taking cooler walks in summer at nighttime.
i think about folks who lose their temper.i try to go through what process they might. then i explode and i learn my lesson later.
i like to walk at night on the streets that are hidden— the ones by the damp street lights.