Sometimes I sit in front of my bookshelf while drinking coffee and ponder a lifetime of reading and input and gaining knowledge and how it has shaped me and how many books I have left to read and then I have usually have to poop because of the coffee.

She’s getting very close to figuring out that she can crawl through the book case to evade the doggie gate that keeps her away from the rug she has wanted to pee on since the day I got it. Concerning.

where are all the fine women at

i forgor my last account login