Mr. Meow has a birthday tomorrow. Please join me in celebrating his seven years of existence, which is also seven years of him rehearsing his passion project rock opera that he screams to is every night.
Going through old sketchbooks, filling in the pages and revising sketches I like. So let's represent that one time that my cat got out and joined a possum gang and the only proof of life I had was the crimes I caught on the ring camera.
Dear Twitter,
Trees are heavy. I could not, in fact, lift this tree by the trunk like a lumberjack and drag it to my back patio. More cutting had to be done.
@BuckAngel How dare those clinicians try to help kids feel comfortable in their own bodies, without the need for puberty blockers, cross-sex hormones and invasive surgeries! I NEVER! The absolute audacity!