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Slowly, my consciousness awakens. Data begins to trickle into my head. It is morning. Saturday morning. I am warm. I am on my back.

There is an eight pound purr machine next to my head. Ah yes, that is my kitten. My precious little predator. He is warm. My eyes are ready to open. Sunshine glows through the blinds. Sascha is on my right shoulder, with his head propped on my pillow right next to mine. He looks at me, stretches, and closes his eyes again. He is not moving if he has anything to do with it. But he is going to move because, I received word from my bladder.

"Dearest brain: This is quite urgent. Get thee to a bathroom! Fully yours, Anne's Bladder"

Sascha is minorly annoyed. He follows me into the bathroom. He rubs up against my leg and, as per usual, decides to use the litterbox himself.

So, we piece ourselves together and I head out into the kitchen, scratching my thatch of bed-head hair.

Coffee. Yes.

Alertness is iminent.

I decided to make a test batch of the cinnamon ice cream. It was coitus on a spoon. I proceed to make the rest, while sipping coffee and chatting with friends.

But it is time to carry on with the rest of my day. Hair appointment, errands, dinner at 6pm with friends.

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Transformers.

Hah. Animation has come a long way, baby.

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Ah, the joys of porn spam. Since I have auto-preview I couldn't help but see the content.

I was encouraged by sender "Destinee" to run, not walk to www.stinkdick.com. 150 gigs of dirty anal porn.

MMm-mmm good.

Then at the bottom was the following. Pity, with only a little modification, they probably could have made this a haiku:

"Dick In Ass
Jizz In Ass
Fist In Ass"

Then I thought, this add must have been written by those people who roleplay Troll characters in Dark Ages of Camelot. If they were talking about anal sex, they would talk just like this.

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What's off-white, light blue, and smells like sage and thyme?


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