Florida isn't going to work out. My new plan is to disappear. . . not tell anyone but the cat sitter that I'm going, and just go. Anywhere. It's been something I've wanted to do for a while. No strings. No phone calls to check in. Completely disconnect from everything I know. And maybe I'll even come back.
In all likelihood, of course, I'm going to spend the entire two weeks playing Webkinz and watching TV and fucking the cat. Same old shit.
Yeah, I know. I'm behaving like a 12-year-old.
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fucking the cat. Same old shit.
I'm worried. That was a figure of speech, right? :)
don't say things like you know what the cat! That's disgusting and disturbing. Now YOU have to resign as governor of New York. Enough already.
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