Happy for you, I’ve had cold sores since I shared a zippy cup at day care when I was three. It sucks, cause I didn’t do anything wrong, but you make the most of it and live with it.

I never talk about my cat but she allows me to pick her up like a baby once a day when I come home for about 30 seconds. Then she’s off doing her own things. It makes my fucking day as a 27 year old man.

Which translates to “our thing”