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February 12, 2010
It’s a bit of a habit of mine to pick up a stuffed animal or puppet on every IKEA visit I make once moving to a new city. I have a pretty decent collection so far – hippo, moose, some sort of ambiguous reptile, and now finally, a cat.
I guess I do it because moving is kind of scary and since I never developed a taste for alcohol, I need something to calm my nerves. Although, those sewn on nipples admittedly don’t do much for my peace of mind.
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hooray you’re back!
Hope your move went well. Well as well as moves can.
I have 2 IKEA cats.
(Different breeds from your’s.) And a mouse. They all sit togther. Because IKEA cats and mice get along.
I haven’t commented in a while; it’s nice having this domain name showing up in my work history again.
Since we haven’t heard from you since before Valentine’s Day, I can only assume you did what I’ve wanted to do for the past 10 years but haven’t had the balls to do. You’ve offed yourself to escape the worst holiday on the calendar. Congratulations, you’re a greater man than I.
I made S’mores. Not really different from any other day though.