someone told me when I was little that if you lay your hand on something for long enough the atoms would align and you’d pass through it. It’s not true but I sure do think about it a lot.
I quit smoking cigs on Friday and I feel like *fucking ass* now I’m a mint vape daddy who plays hackeysack or whatever, put me in a fucking fedora and shoot me
Since moving back to my parents, they have since got a new dog, Scout, who is now 1 year old. I did not grow up within this dogs life. This animal either loves me or treats me like the uncle that’s staying on the couch because he’s going through some shit.
I know she does not comprehend the concept of “aiming her tail” but she knocks 1-3 items out of my hand a day. If it’s 1, we are chilling. By 3, I feel like I’m being deliberately disrespected. Scout doesn’t know. She’s a 1 year old dog. But, something is up.