Happy Independence Day, Strangers. I hope you all had a good one without me. Thanks for the invite to your parties, by the way. Sorry I couldn't make it. I had to spend the day by myself crying in my apartment and writing in my journal to the sounds of Norah Jones in the background.
I hope all you fellow Americans celebrated well this week. Our country is pretty awesome.
And now, your pictures and distractions:
|This came in the mail a few days ago from "The Q of C Headquarters." When I tried to take it to the FBI, they just got really freaked out and told me they couldn't get involved.|
|Hanging out on the beach at sunset.|
|So I just found this lovely picture in my camera. Hmm . . . whose finger-length toes could those be? |
|Oh good. Palau got lettuce this week. |
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
What would happen if all of the world's cats suddenly vanished. Thanks, Chris.
Death by kitten tee. Thanks, Rebecca.
This is what we call a bad day on the job. Thanks, Brian.
Infographic to help explain just how murderous cats actually are. Thanks, Hollie.
Leotrix has been trying to get me to buy this book for weeks. MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES, LEOTRIX. Thanks, Sarah.
The absolute worst way to die. I think this thing might be what the Q of C looks like without its mask. Thanks, Clinton.
~It Just Gets Stranger