Oh, my, my! Oh, hells, yes!

Gay. Me. Up.

Yup, I haven't updated in a kajillion billion seconds. And yup, er'body's gonna be posting the same damn thing. And yup, Califuckingfornia.

Turn down your sound (I'd been researching the Carlos-Mencia-steals-all-his-jokes theory, so there is some loud comedian yapping in the background.).

I think Murphy discovered her tongue this day or something. Hehe. It's from a few weeks ago. I am getting more and more sad as the time to take her to my mother's and leave her there approaches. I'm going to miss this little shit.

I should mention: try not to let the cute SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.

**This is primarily addressed to the members of veganism, and cross-posted there. I just wanted my own li'l copy here.**


So.

I waited about a week to post this, in order to give my brain some time to digest it and perhaps make it not-so-obvious in the case that the offender reads this community.

( Oh, the anticipation... )

Let's stop the crazy, my vegan beauties.

I officially {heart} biking in LA.

I was slightly afraid I might hate it -- dodging cars, running out of bike lane, never escaping Doomed Bike Syndrome, etcetera -- but I don't. I love it.

( Yes I do. )