Dry Heaving from Boredom So a few days ago I half heatedly sharpened my claws and with a resigned indifference licked my chops in preparation to dive into the Golden Globes. I mean it's the fucking Golden Globes, the cherry popping of award season, Christina Hendricks's breasts cemented a special place in my heart draped in cream. But as you could tell my I was not on my game. Nothing inspired me, I just like blah didn't care. Even the girls I love Tina, January, Christina. Even my sweet Marion. I'm sorry girls I just couldn't get up for you. But the SAG's are this weekend, and before you know it it's Oscar time. And I will be well fed, rested, in fighting shape and ready to feast. Meow babies
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