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I may or may not have ended a little cat's life yesterday.

And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

So if I did kill you little cat, know that I didn't mean to.

And if you were already dead, maybe I just helped end your misery.

Either way, I'm sorry.

Even though I don't like cats, I don't really want to be known

as a cat murderer.

Rest in peace in cat heaven.

Michael Jackson isn't dead in my heart

Today, in honor of MJ's death, I've been listening to all of his greatest hits.

Over and over, and over.

Because sure he had a hefty amount of bad times,

but I'm sure most of us will remember him for his talent

and the good times in our past were his music

was always playing in the background.

RIP, King of Pop.

Everyday is Paradise.

Sometimes I feel like putting on a pair of red cowboy boots and dancing like crazy.

Other times I'm lucky to even be able to move my body without it complaining.

Today, unfortunately, it's the latter.

Subway... you mean the sandwich right?

Nope.

I just committed myself to go on a little hike later in July.

As soon as they said subway
I got all excited because I thought
it would involve me eating a five dollar foot long.

Big mistake.
It involves cold water, and heights,
and me going off of cliffs where there is HEIGHTS involved.

So, there. I needed to make sure to get that whine out
and have some cheese with it.
(I really need to stop relating everything to food)

I'm pretty sure it's going to make me poop my pants.
And yes, I meant poop. Not pee.
But I'm still excited.