December 2011
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Cuddled up with my big puppy Bear, some potato soup, my fuzzy bathrobe that feels like a hug, and vintage James Bond.. it’s the only way to be sick as a dog, I tell ya.
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You know that feeling when you’re perfectly content? Everything is so Goldilocks (i.e. “just right”) and for once you’re not a complete negative Nancy?
It’s new for me, but man - it’s fantastic.
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This is the first Christmas, in my whole life of twenty-two years, that I haven’t spent with you. If I said I missed you, it’s such an understatement it would almost be a lie. I don’t just want you here, I need you here, and when I can decide who to blame I will be so angry about that never being able to happen ever again. You raised me, every inch of me, and I hope I turn out...
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Q. How do you know you're a Tumblr addict?
A. You see something you like on Facebook and you look for the “re-blog” button.
Bruce Wayne : “So why steal them?”
Alfred Pennyworth:...
– The Dark Knight
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