firsts
I like “firsts.” You know the first time you made out with a cute boy, the first time you went to Europe, the first time you tried some kind of crazy food or went skydiving, etc. Those are so fun.
The following was not a fun first:
This morning for the first time I stepped in cat poop, on the carpet inside the house…
…with my bare feet.
I want to say so much right now, but for one of the only times ever in my life, I will shut up here and just leave it at UGH. Vile.
For the love of god if anyone knows ANYONE around the San Fransisco North Bay area who has a room they will rent to me while I’m working here, please let me know.
You’ve gotta laugh. You can’t make this stuff up.