Dear cats, and kittens and cats who wish they were kittens, and kittens who wish they were cats, and puppy-kittens and Gabez, and Gay-Babez, and Gay BLADES (such a horrible music video.) and Gaylens and Alvin,

I cannot tell anyone and everyone and everything enough just how much I totally really fucking love the people who write on this blog. They write about gorgeous things like being lamp posts or the beauty of walking and shit. I try.

No, I don't.

Montréal is a sweet place. I'm looking for a sweet Montréal job. Hook me up.

Furthermore, I have been looking into citizenships and dual citizenships and multiple citizenships and naturalization and all that bullshit. Here's a little TIDBIT of info for you; in some countries, if you try and gain citizenship in another country, they make you renounce your old citizenship. WHACK. I guess they have their reasons. Or they totally don't.

Oil spills = heart attacks = logic = heart ache = sad cat = space travel.

Now, let's just be quiet, one second, please.

Oh, also, guys, I totally love hipsters. That's you, Repus Eel. I dig your ironic lack of facial hair.

Does Lee ever even update this thing anymore? My updates from now on are going to turn into comments.