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my cat is so cute that sometimes i'm afraid i'm going to crush his tiny little skull. school blows. but soon i will get to go to vegas. hurrah!
rant for today:
who the fuck puts their gum under a table? especially when there is a plethora of readily available paper products which it could be wrapped in and disposed of. and it can't always be children, because it happens with startling frequency. and if it IS children, shouldn't someone maybe be telling these children that it isn't nice to leave gum under tables? like, i don't know, their parents? i met a guy once who worked for a company that cleaned tables, and he told me that even tables out of corporate boardrooms were full of the shit. don't you realize that someone has to scrape your slightly-hardened prechewed shit off the bottom of the table? it doesn't just magically disappear simply because you can't see it anymore. jesus. sick.
explanation? anyone?