I've moved my office into the kitchenette and barricaded the visiting fluffy terrorists from the back of the house before they chase the kitties into heart attacks. Take four on starting my day.
dildos used to have little feet sticking out of the balls, but like snakes, they stopped needing them and evolved away from them.
These dogs are used to *shudder* morning people who are chipper and capable of functioning before 7 am - the last two hours have been a chaotic mess of inside/outside, stealing each other’s breakfast and me trying in vain to caffeinate enough to medicate the correct beast. Argghh I mean, gm folks
Every week this year prompts the thought, "What a week, huh?" And the universe replying, "Lemon, it's Wednesday."
this dog has passed out in the middle of my bed and is refusing to move, snoring louder as I try to wedge my feet under her. I’m about to employ cheese, either to lure her off or console myself over the lack of sleep I’m gonna get with this bed hog. possibly both
Okay, yeah, I think I like what my hair is doing. Or, I like it enough to not want to expend the energy to do anything else to it for a bit. We’ll see how it fades.
All of my digital everything feels like artifacts of who I used to be. Getting back to the world is overwhelming after so many months of juggling one crisis after another. Things are finally calm, so there’s finally brain space for me to process the immense stress. a little breakdown. as a ✨treat✨
pleased to inform y’all lovely sky folk that ✨blue velvet mumu✨ weather has finally returned to north carolina. (behold, my pleased face)
