a dead cat and a female fire fighter

I saw a dead cat yesterday in my back yard.
it broke me into a million pieces.
lying, deep permanent sleep on the ground
It was old and perhaps had lived a full, yet difficult 9th life




saw a female fire fighter today on the street.
I was filled with pride and admiration
confident, as her pony tail, blond locks floated through the air
she was young and surrounded by men who worked in tandem with her.
















(I will comment more on the death of a cat, and what my fucken brute of a landlord did. Gawd. I wish I could take this guy's brain and shove it up his ass. It would probably work better that way...)

a little blippy

feeling a little blippy

flipped out tonight over a silly little incidental thing. Went and ruined a wonderful supper that i am feeling horribly shitty about right now, but when the manic monster rips my head off and shits down my throat, only projectile sewage vomit spews forth.

It caught me off guard, literally. Before i knew it, small appliances and kitchen items were in flight around the room. Thankfully, the cats hid and so did E.

on the upside, i gave the litterboxes a super duper disinfecting/cleaning. Now kitties have two boxes to shit and stink up.

yummy.

hopefully i will shrink down back to normal size in a few hours, and for long enough to let me fit comfortably beneath the luxurious 400 thread count sheets mom picked up for me.

bleh.

blippy bonne nuit!