We are alone, as far as we know, and in all the starry galaxies, no natural element, no physical force, can mimic the exercise of a single human figuring out her world and her self within it.

they say youre not supposed to have favorites but theyre always wrong.

like richard christie theyre all my favorites.

my favorite cat has been the boy cat, prince, because he is more loveable and just flops in my arms when i carry him around.

the girl cat, michael, doesnt want me touching her for more than 20 seconds, but she refuses to sleep anywhere but in my room, which is weird. shes weird.

but she loves jeanine who lets them both lick her arms and bite her fingers. jeanines crazy too.

nobody gets to lick or bite me unless you’re buying dinner.

blogger today wrote about being on a vacation and posted a backless photo of the suntan she got

for some reason she loves showing off her bottom but why not,

it brings joy to people.

they have national everything day nowadays

there should be national show your bare ass on your blog day.

pretty sure something like that would cure all the worlds ills.

im in the worlds ills curing business fyi

today i took some snapchat pictures for the academy and the kids ate em up.

learned that buddy epsen the dad in the beverly hillbilles was supposed to be the tin man in the wizard of oz but the silver makeup they put on him reacted poorly with his skin and he had to rush to the hospital because it made his toes curl and his breathing stop

which were serious ailments in those days.

his life turned out ok, he was audrey hepburns dad in breakfast in tiffanys

and of course jed clampett on tv.

but he never saw one of the worlds best bloggers bare assed on a thursday.

poor guy.