My cat, Mo, was seriously busting his own ass trying to break into my room a minute ago, so I got up to let him in and be all lovey dovey since he hasn’t seen me in a whole semester.

You know what he tried to do next?  He almost puked over all my new books, and when he realized he didn’t have a puke to give, he goes back to the door like he wants to leave.  Like that was his only intention for coming in here in the first place

I’ve heard of a fuck-and-run, or whatever it’s called, but this is BULLSHIT…

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME, MO…

-M

Also, still scrolling down Tumblr.  I have a lot of ground yet to cover…