God I miss Obama.

When the dog is sleeping in the bed, I always wish he would point his face at me instead of his butt. But then I remember reading that they do that because they have to face outward to protect you. And then I tell him loudly in his ear, “THERE AREN’T ANY LIONS.” Then we just go to sleep.

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Merry Christmas!

I may be barely handling adulthood but hey at least I'm not in jail on my birthday.

Sorry not sorry to my neighbors. Holier must be sung at full volume always.

I love the feeling you get after cleaning your room top to bottom.