Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav
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Think what the raves will be like!!!
BoomchaBoomcheaBoomchea.
The only problem could be those little fuckers clawing you when you hook them to your wrist. What! Science solved that too! Declaw them! Oooow! Clone them without legs KK!!! Then they're like glow in the dark pillows that purrrr.
JDC
Let's ask nocturnal mice.
Or does it go dark when it dies?
I have waited long enough.