Moody Meow

So, I’m a dumbass again. I need everyone’s contact info. Because I’m no longer in Florida and have close access to your house (yes, I stalked all of you motherfuckers — be very afraid), I can’t get you stuff. What kind of stuff? Oh, random bits of this and that that made me think of you. This is applicable to anyone that I know personally, and even those internet stalkers that lurk without commenting. E-mail me your physical address so I can send some shit. Cards, bits of funny, and misc. toys are collecting on/near my desk and in the drawers. I need to ship this stuff out, already.

Also, I do believe that I have made the perfect batch of salsa. If youse wants some, youse betta get me that info or imma shoot youse. (don’t know where that came from, just go with it).

I have a deadline tomorrow. Progress has been made, obviously I’m not finished yet. It’s so like me to procrastinate.

Have a happy Monday