Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Post-Natal Trash
For my natal anniversary yesterday I wasn't expecting gifts, just hoping that I'd get my ass kissed. However, while the tributes were few & far between (i.e., non-existent) the universe, or someone leaving their ap't., placed this larger, cleaner bookcase (on the left below) in my way on my daily constitutional.
Now all the literature fits, including items too large for the previous model.
Thanks, universe; the rest of you can return to the hells whence you came!
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