fool me once, strike one; fool me twice, strike three

honestly, how many times will we dance this dance? was i not clear? did i stutter? maybe this time it will be clearer.


witness: debbie

dear cat lovers: first, what's wrong with you? but second, settle down. i was careful not to get the cat in the face. i'm not punishing the cat for acting like a cat, but rather the owner for acting like a negligent asshole. this will be the last time, as either the point will stick now, or it never will. i fear the latter.

next up: the removal of mary's windchimes that she hung from my steps, which hang directly into the area i must walk to get to my steps from the parking lot. sure, i could go around the other side of the steps, if her bike werent there. anyone need windchimes?