It's about two in the morning. I'm super bored. My bestie is asleep on my giant purple couch. I'm trying to get my John Mayer on, but my cats will not STFU. Turns out my little Luna is a acctually a Neville (Plus 50 cool points for the Harry Potter reference). I felt a testicle today. Haha. Gross. So I'm bummed that I have to figure out a new kitty name. I'm eating my body weight in undercooked brownies. Diabetic coma here I come! Still have no motivation to do anything, but at least I'm feeling more optimistic about life in general. I'm getting a little more excited about the holidays, although I'm still not feeling the whole Christmas spirit thing. I really want to go to Powells Book right now. That place is like, fucking amazing. So. Many. Fucking. Books. I could spend a decade in there and still not see a fraction of what is in there. I miss Portland. I want to go back. And I miss my sisterface, my nephews Jason and Justin. And my neice Jordan. Anyways, I'm done boring nobody. Here's a random picture... Or whatever. Enjoy teh lolz.
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