Me (Peli), cats Robber and Conroy.
Chipping away at a romance series, first three books complete. Happy to send epub on request.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C6DY9S3M
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C9BVXFMS
Conroy: elegant, dignified.
Also Conroy: fully POOFED from fleeing the smell of his own poop.
Robs gradually doing better. His x-rays were very good for his age, kidney numbers borderline as they have been for years now.
Vet thinks he tweaked his back and yes, some constipation evident on the x-ray. Took a few days for the stronger stool softener to kick in but he's far more comfortable already.
Just trying to keep him from jumping and stairs for a while.
Meanwhile I spent my morning projectile-vomiting up my new anti-nausea drug. Whee, stress.
Fun fact she is the sister of the author of House of Leaves and much of her album Haunted is inspired by that work, most directly 5 1/2 Minute Hallway.
Though my personal fav has always been Amazed.
All of the insight that's bled from my hands
is painting a picture that you'd understand.
It's amazing.
And oh yeah, something else.
I hope one day you call up your father and you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you and how he made you
hurt another
because it makes me sad.
Criminally underrated album.
I dreamt tomorrow had a prettier face.
I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say than
you look like SHIT
what's your problem, BITCH
your legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right.
Gift article.
It is never okay. What are you, a Ferengi? Feeeeeeeemales. Instantly gives permanent ick. Do better.
Or put a ring on your fleshlight. Honestly don't care which, as long as you stay away from women until you figure out your issues.
Another favorite memory: my mother going off on me that she "didn't even rate clean towels" when there were TWO! ENTIRE SETS! BRAND NEW! NEVER USED! in the guest bathroom.
Every time she comes into my space something breaks and any idea I have to fix it, I get a lecture on how bad and dumb I am.
HE POOPED. ROBBER FINALLY POOPED!!!
Gonna keep up with the laxatives for a couple more days to be sure but oh my god I have never experienced such joy in scooping a litter box.
Keep chickening out on buying the rope. I don't know why. It goes in and out of cart and for later, indefinitely.
Have never enjoyed being alive. When Robber goes, I think I'm done.
Conroy still has that kitten spirit, loves everything, he'll be fine.
