A quick recap of the past few days as I haven’t written in a while: My dad and his fiance were in town over the weekend, and it was nice. There was the usual amount of clashing personalities, plus my recent discovery of Tag’s cancer kind of put a damper on my mood and thus… Continue reading The stress almost broke me. Literally.
Like any idiot human, I Google things when I’m scared. No matter how many times I tell friends and family not to Google things, I always do it when I panic. So naturally I’m looking up tons of information about all the possible types of cancer that my poor cat might have. It’s helpful but… Continue reading The Internet is Terrible and How I Boiled My Own Hand
It’s interesting: I’ve been following the Daily Prompt for a while now, but have never been inspired to post. Then “Control” pops up and it’s just so, so relevant. If you scroll into my past posts, you’ll see that I used to have two cats, one of whom passed away in January from lymphoma. I… Continue reading Control is a Myth
Here’s a fascinating look into the life of a single, 30-something cat lady professional in the D.C. metro area. With brain problems. THE MORNING AT HOME: I’m woken up by my alarm, but mostly the cat. One would think it was something like this: But with my cat, it’s more like this: Hell hath no fury… Continue reading A Day in GIFs
But then aren’t most Sundays on the shitty side? I felt like my day was going just peachy until I saw something that really opened my eyes and made me face how crappy someone had been to me in the past. Had a rush of a lot of emotions, took something to relax and napped,… Continue reading Today was crap
I woke up with a start at about 4:30 this morning from a dream. The dream was upsetting and spoke directly to some of my inner fears and feelings of self worth. I know some people hate hearing dream stories, so if you’re one of them, please piss off. The dream took place in my… Continue reading An Unkempt Life
Seems like whenever I post one of those woe-is-I, sad-bastard posts I get the most traffic. Which means either people like my sad writing, or they’re laughing at me. Whatever. I can run in shame and pretend like the past few months haven’t been as rough as they have, or I can own up to… Continue reading Yikes (and in which I tell you I have a new toy)