A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.
These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.
(^._.^)
Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13
P.S. II
I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.
P.S. III
See?
P.S. IV
And um, meow?- Whiskers
I unexpectedly got two cupcakes today. The one was from my favorite professor, while the other one was from my close friend. Aren’t they sweet?
For my attempt to document everything that happens to me, I waited for the class to end before I eat the cupcake my professor gave me, so I can take a picture of it. It was a prize for being the first one to perfectly answer his examination correctly. However, the icing was ruined when I was on my way out, so I just ate it.
Getting free food is one of the best things in the world. Simple, yet fulfilling. Filling, actually.
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the nails!
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