If my phone were not such a tired old piece of crap, I would be glad to show you a picture of Horatio glaring directly into my soul while deliberately parking his butt on top of my laptop.
Every time I look at him and ask why he’s looking at me like that, he continues looking at me like
“You know what you did.”
If my phone were not such a tired old piece of crap, I would be glad to show you a picture of Horatio glaring directly into my soul while deliberately parking his butt on top of my laptop.
There’s this feeling I sometimes get watching humans do the cool things that humans have been doing for thousands of years. It makes my chest expand and my heart thud and I love it. I love this.
I went to subway because it’s the best place available to me where I can get a decent dose of iron and the assholes in front of me have a fucking list. I may actually pass out.
I just devoured an entire footlong sub. I regret nothing.
The Paradox Machine 