today kat showed me a very disturbing image of a pig pushing a shopping cart filled with port products while wearing a chef's hat that says pork on it. it reminded me of this picture. quali-tay.
odd events/thoughts for the day:
leyla: never mix sorority girls with art. all you end up with is plastic shoe sculptures and tri-delt bracelets
a large man in a coffee shop singing 'my country tis of thee' very off key, and very loudly
loller grabs sush's tail and points it at him and states:
sush, i have a tail for you...
there was a little sush, not long ago who liked to sit on laps and make their owner warm... he would just sit and shed his fur, and wait for people to love him which his softness did incur.
note to self: must make cat (not to be confused with kat) stop eating the apartment nature.
When God told Abraham to kill the one thing that meant the most to him in life, it baffles me how he could just say “Well ok G.O.D., whatever you say. You da man.” If some deity descended from the heavens and told me to kill my best friend, no matter how many big, dusty ol’ books I’d read on his/her wrath/all knowingness, I’d promptly tell him/her to go fuck themselves in the not-so-kindest way possible.
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