2014 has gotten out of control.
Okay perhaps that is a little over the top. The year hasn't slipped it's leash in pursuit of a cat, rather I dropped the leash and ran after the cat. Leaving 2014 sitting there on it's leash wondering what the fuck happened.
Don't worry 2014, I often wonder that myself.
No more wondering. I have crab crawled my way back to that leash and have my mitt wrapped around it's leather loop. Next comes movement.
In an effort to assist my limbs all flailing in the right direction, I am going to empty my pockets of a lot of my entrainment sources which includes majority of social media. However just because these things are on the pavement, fending for themselves against the bitch that is mother nature, doesn't mean it's forever. I'll be starting with a week. Once that week is over I have all intentions of racing back and petting my little pretties.
This break will allow me to refocus and get 2014 in line. It seems 2014 got a little raggedy sitting there on the side walk alone for a while. Don't get me started on how hard it's going to be untangling that coat. 2014 really let itself slide while I was off frolicking with kittehs.
Though after all that time running free with the strays I too smell like a feline, so I'll be getting a spruce up myself during this time.
I'll see you all once I hack up this fur ball.
#MadFLove
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