I can’t believe the 2004 cinematic masterpiece , “Garfield: the Movie” failed the Bechdel test.

I wish I had nine lives so I could off myself in front of the next customer that orders an almond milk cappuccino.

Romanticizing getting cat-called walking to a small cafe in a small town where the server calls everyone doll/dolly.

I feel like I smoked a whole cigarette. (I did, in-fact, smoke a whole cigarette)