Third straight morning like this.
My bed is spotted with puppy piss because I keep her cuddled here while I'm dead to the world.
I puked in my trash can then topped it with dog shit.
I'm tired and disoriented and flattered by all the fucked up shit I've been encountering.
You can rest all your pretty little heads on my shoulder and I'll categorize based on scents of your hair.
I can see you can't stop staring.
