I really love writing in short sentences, Sergio Ramos (and, by default, rooting for Real Madrid), and obsessively keeping my email count at 0. I'm also very clumsy, but I guess that's not really a hobby and just a curse.
I just found a Craigslist posting to live with a 57 year-old woman who watches TV all day and furthers the description of her “studio” apartment by offering four pictures of her cat sitting on her bed taken from four different angles.
Think of all the stories I could contribute to the Tumblrverse if we became roommates! “Day 145. Once again the cat wakes me at 6:53 am with his death glare. Another day that Mr. Whiskers holds my soul hostage. I forgot what it is to feel.”
Sidenote: this reminds me of when my brother “trimmed” our cat’s whiskers when we were in elementary school. That cat was a goddamn trooper.
Are you sure you’re not confusing Matt or Joe for my friend Tanya who also trimmed her cat’s whiskers when she was little because she thought they were ‘ugly?’
PS. I almost picked up that bed from Ikea, but Bassem said it looked like a crib—oh, what does he know anyway?
PPS. Does this lady live in the Mission? It almost looks exactly like my cousin’s studio.
Are you sure you’re not confusing Matt or Joe for...friend Tanya who also trimmed her