
I mean, I’m going to chalk Monday up as a bad night for about forty different reasons, but at least my friends looked cool.

I mean, I’m going to chalk Monday up as a bad night for about forty different reasons, but at least my friends looked cool.
“After you left I had a dream that I was at anthrocon. Autocorrect wants that to be “anthrax on,” which doesn’t sound like a terrible alternative.”
One of the myriad perks of dating me is that I might wake you up at eight in the morning so I can read out loud to you from the website of the world’s largest furry convention.