I can’t even write without thinking what a pain
in the ass. You know who you want to be. So
that puts me at a distinct disadvantage. Or
used to?
I’m so solidly on board with this game of
strategy you picked up and decided to
bring home. It’s not that you’re being
cocky about your confidence,
but it’s more that you just want to
finish me off. And not in a good
way (he says, one foot in the
grave).
How bravely I endured,
I heard the cat say
as she coughed
up a hairball.
