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I have about the same number of teeth. It’s difficult to know, because sometimes they shift a bit. I also have teeth where humans have “wisdom teeth”. My teeth are not meant for “snipping” as yours are. I think tearing and crushing, would be a better description. I have a terrible time eating certain foods, but shift them to the back and gnaw on them. It’s one reason i’m not fond of anything too chewy, sticky, or gummy. It is also true that while I can cook them and enjoy their flavor, I don’t actually eat many vegetables. I have a tricky time with lettuces and leaved things, if they’re the least bit wilted. The crunchier, the better.
It’s happened. I cannot deny it. Not a cup, but his dirty coat, which I constantly tell him has a hook and should not be wadded up on my counter. The same goes for his bath towels, his shaving appliances, his shoes, and any other thing he brings to my lair specifically to litter it.
The man treats his objects as if they are some primitive means of staking a claim. “You can’t call this your home, because my disgusting socks are draped over your office chair!”
I’ve been watching ghost stories on youtube all night cause that’s the kind of thing I like to torture myself with when my anxiety is already running rampant. And I’m sitting in the office and the wind just blew so hard that the door that separates the living room from the front door just blew open from the ensuing draft and I came this close to peeing myself.
Jesus Christ on toast.
Continuing the theme of “Joy needs to stop working late at night”, I wound up watching a bunch of Buzzfeed Unsolved Mysteries cause they came up in my youtube feed and then forgot I’d put a motion sensor skeleton in the dining room.
Just about gave myself a god damned heart attack. Jesus Fuck.
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