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  • I feel like buying myself a big swanky cigar and sitting on my porch with it this evening. I think I will do that.
    Coffee is my dearest friend sometimes, as in right now. A shot of caffeine is needed to perk myself up at work at the moment.
    I need some sleep. My bed awaits me. All I have to do is brush my teeth and then dive right into dreams.
    I am watching a dog for a friend this weekend. She is pretty chill until she sees another dog out in public.
    I am watching Paternity Court. Dear Lord, it is full of trashy people in trashy situations. I can’t turn away from it.
    I am thinking of making virgin margaritas to go with my enchiladas this weekend. I also am thinking of making the enchiladas with mole sauce this time.
    Forest Cat
    Forest Cat
    I'm sure the sauce is good but I feel bad for the little moles.


    I wanted to see what was in a Virgin Margarita.
    Entertainment, stable roof over my head, food in my kitchen; complacency. Everybody deserves these things, but there is a lot more to life than that.
    I am finished with being used by my family for martyr and pity points. I have a diagnosis of autism, it does not mean I am severely cognitively impaired.
    My mother should get off her damn cross and accept that.
    I was such a pathetic and weak pushover. I knew exactly what was going on and I kept letting it happen.
    I am thinking about some of the people in my past that I am allowed to violate my boundaries. I wish I had punched them in the face instead of there were any guarantee I would not be prosecuted over that.
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