38-Year-Old Thoughts That Are Mine Now I Guess?

Who…and I can’t stress this enough…the f*ck am I?

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On the precipice of my 38th birthday, as I ponder why I still don’t have a blog called Coffee & Cat Hair, I find myself contemplative. I’m not pondering the meaning of life or anything half that productive, instead I’m finding that my own one-bedroom world is full of curiosities akin to a Victorian wax museum. I think thoughts now…

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