my birthday is in fifteen days.
fifteen memories from my life.
up until my eighteenth birthday?
okay. memory numero fifteen.
when i was younger, two houses ago,
i used to take cat food out to the cats.
think, we had a bunch of cats back then.
at least thirteen.
and so i would take the cat food to the garage,
hang out with them,
and then i'd eat the cat food with them.
it was really weird...
i ate lots of gross stuff back then,
like lick butter from the cube.
that's one of those memories that make me chuckle,
and make other people gag.
there you go. (:
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