I’m a big fan of the ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ mi-yeah, you know what?
I can’t write an intro for this while this photo of myself is staring me in the face.
I really look like a monkey in a wig who stole glasses off a sad librarian. Who I am now tormenting as she cries in front of my cage how she just wanted to have a nice day at the zoo even though her date stood her up and why do these things keep happening to her.
You just gotta read the blog post.