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Then I helped my mom hang a mirror and petted her spastic cat which was hiding under a quilt because it's totally retarded and needs medication. Oh well, at least it didn't hiss at me like it used to. Fcker. I'm a nice person and I've had pets all my life and I volunteered at the SPCA in the hopes that by volunteering my wondrous services for free it would save animals (like Felix) from getting gassed, but man, that cat... Anyways, I was able to pat him for a long time, mostly cause the weight of the quilt was burdening him significantly and he couldn't make a swift escape. Ha ha! I kid. I love him all the more because he's emotionally stunted and doesn't know how to interact with people: he reminds me a lot of me.
Then I met up with an ex for drinks on Granville because it seems to be that occasionally I would rather unload on people that are not intimately familiar with my life; somehow that take

Who knew you didn't need to hide under the quilt covers incessantly?
Also? Michael (who never seems to care where I am or what I'm doing) called me twice within half an hour and it made me feel like I was missed and cared about and special.
He's dreamy.
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