Was going to go with "one interminable scream," but the typography was disappointing.
So instead here is a record of my increasing reliance on Netflix escapism and kittens.
Congrats on surviving the year, folks. It's been...memorable.
Other years summed up here.
Still reeling in horror from recent events, but the 140-characters-or-less medium has proven a less daunting one to tackle.
Area grocery stores have been cleared of butter, in case anybody was wondering how Americans plan to make it through Thanksgiving this year.
— League of LostCauses (@TheLeagueOfLC) November 22, 2016
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Finally found a way to make this election cycle (slightly) more bearable.
Stay strong, people! One way or the other, the end is nigh.
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Her early years passed amongst New York City's criminal element, Ginger spent the next twelve basking in a decidedly more tranquil life, the only vestige of her gritty background a strident, weaponized meow. She was a world-class nestler and top-notch napper, but would spring into action at the merest hint of a measuring tape, her chase toy of choice (runner up: rulers). A devotee of dairy products, Ginger had recently been introduced to spray whipped cream and thoroughly approved. We shared a fondness for croissants.
Across three states and nine homes, this intrepid feline selflessly assessed the quality of my beds, expertly trained me to indulge her very particular water-drinking preferences, warmed my lap, and calmly tolerated my shenanigans.
Ginger was as devoted and adoring a companion as they come. She will be deeply missed.
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