Cats generally hate me but I like them loads. I used to look after this one who had this fun morning routine where he’d wake me up at 5:30am so I could feed him then he’d put his arsehole in my face and yawn right into my mouth. I miss him.
Sometimes you start drawing a man’s face and then tentacles happen because no-one picked you for sports teams at school so you grew up to be a weirdo.
Little poem about handwriting. By the way if you’re a detective reading this this is not my handwriting.