I'd like to think that while I am away at work,
that chaton is up on my night stand, trying to see what
my Carl Jung book has to say about his dreams.....
Pardon my French here, but I really gotta get this off my chest.
FUCK CUPCAKES.
Unless you were made by my cousin Megan.
Otherwise you are probably dry and flavorless,
except for the frosting, for which I feel puffy afterwards....
Ahhhh, glad to get that off my chest....