Lovely
I'm glad Anigael's cat, Dylan, likes me. But I'd rather he didn't express it by dropping wet catfood at my bare feet first thing in the morning for me to step on.
Thanks, Dylan.
Ew.
Feminism, queerth, a vegetable garden, and knitting come together to form a shambles of rambles, with the occasional moment of lucidity to make it all worthwhile.
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