So I woke up in one of my patented Cold Sweats™ that I've been living with every night for over a month and checked FA because I've lost control of my life.

Evidently I'm at 68 watchers. You know what that means? I need a dank maymay ready for when I reach 69.

Gimme stupid cat pictures so I can hastily recreate one of them as a shitty "lol 69 is a funny number because sex joke" celebration. The dumber/meme-ier, the better.

Maybe one day I can be a popu-fur and make my parents proud of me!
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴘᴜ-ғᴜʀs, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsᴇ.

You decide how I celebrate total inadequacy!

(Also back to bed, I'll get back to notes and comments when I actually get more than 3 hours of sleep >_>; )