Sven really loves dancing in the kitchen with me, but his favorite is dancing to Crosby Stills Nash and Young's Deja Vu album, and he loves it most of all when I replace all the lyrics with his name. SVEN, CAN YOU TALK TO ME?
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*me being interviewed by local media last night about my Happy Hour Club*
"Huh, any controversies in the club? Oh you mean like my evil vizier, Andrew, trying to thwart consolidation of my power behind my baohgodareyouwriting that down? No, no, no, no, I'm just kidding, it's just a happy-"
*one my club members, coming in the door and not realizing I'm on record* "HEEEEEY DESPOTIC QUEEN!"
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Even though I know in my head that it's just the relatively nominal change in light that I'm exposed to and not that I'm suddenly an unwanted, unlovable failure goblin, but I'm definitely feeling the seasonal change. I am trying to be good. I am not setting up weird expectations, I am not talking bad about myself, and I am keeping moving. Today I'm going to do all my chores, clean, decorate, maybe hike, and then I'm going to take my veterans roses and get drunk downtown with my friends.
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