felinefevah
I panicked, thinking my precious fluffy cat had a tumor, until I realized he just had a Cocoa Puff stuck to his ass.
I panicked, thinking my precious fluffy cat had a tumor, until I realized he just had a Cocoa Puff stuck to his ass.
"Hey," he slurred, barely coherent, as he bent over the sink in the womens' bathroom, "help me wash this sea otter."
I don't know if it qualified as rape, but I know it was wrong.
Up until two days ago, I thought Ernest Hemingway was a large, black man.
This is the second time I have confused Sunday with Saturday.
I heard him say "good luck" as I walked out of the theater, but I didn't understand until I survived the car crash a week later.
He told me that "I mean the world to him," after he admitted that recently his world had one too many planets.
Had I gone back to sleep when I saw his number, he'd be dead, but I still feel like a bad friend.
I traveled around the world for a year and only felt lost once I arrived "home."
We've been chatting for more than 3 years now, yet in the back of my mind I always think of the posibility that he could be an internet pedophile.