I didn't take a picture or anything. You guys know what dogs look like.

I'll probably get dressed soon

over football because the game's on.

Or some other mobile device, I guess. I'm not psychic.

Or would that be too interesting as a concept?

my password is not carrot

Those mouth-skin-lacerating pillow-shaped sickly sweet morsels of extreme crunchiness were just as magical and addictive as they were when I was but a wee lad. Only now, my stupid 26-year-old body doesn't let me shovel unhealthy crap into it without dire consequences, e.g. brain fog, gastrointestinal distress, and weight gain. Hooray adulthood!

i forgot where i left it

I guess it's me.

Edit: Now it says there are 6.

Edit 2: Now there are 4.

Yeah,

Sorry.