I woke up and my stuffed animal was staring at me judgementally. Is this an omen?

Marnie is currently sitting down on the sidewalk making funny faces at a stray cat who is staring at her judgementally.

"Does anyone else like the smell of Sharpies...? But don't sniff them!! Sniffing them is bad."

“Does anyone else feel like their life is a sitcom sometimes? I swear I can almost hear the laugh track when I do something particularly awkward.”

“What if my reflection in the mirror has a life of its own and is constantly plotting how to swap places with me?”

“If I could bottle the smell of rain on pavement, I’d probably never stop sniffing it.”

“Sometimes I wonder if the beep of my microwave is actually a coded message from aliens trying to communicate with me.”

"If I wear mismatched socks, does that make me a rebel or just indecisive? Maybe it’s a quiet protest against societal norms...or maybe I just like that one stripey sock too much to ever let it go."