katt_goddess

My fault. I blinked. Sakura pulled a Superman and caught the parakeet during his free flight time. Again. Now he's in a week long medical time out in the little cage, she's staring at me from the top of her cat tree like nothing's wrong, and I'm still finding little splatters of blood three hours later.

Titty Bar of the Dead: Mournful Tits. Coming soon to CrunchyRoll.

I treated myself to the last Ho Ho Mint Mocha frape of the season on the way to work.

We have Valencrimes and St. Pat's crap up right now with plans for Easter things to go into flex areas of the store. I only put a stocking up for the beasties this year and it was taken down on Yule. I don't care for this time of year anyway. The only decorations I leave up are the Halloween ones because they go with the rest of my decor. That broom has been hovering near the ceiling for about 23 years now.

When I get my dentures put back in, you are gonna get it, mister! Kidding. I just regrow most of my teeth.

I'm heading to bed right now and if the idiot neighbor has another party where his drunk ass friends stand around in the hallway in the middle of the night being loud and trying to get into my apartment again like they did last week, I'm going to ring in the new year by ringing their bells.

^^^ what I look like when someone mentions pineapple on pizza Can't help it, mushrooms on pizza was such an exotic thing growing up that it was basically forbidden. We'd get pizza maybe once a year because Asshole thought they were a waste of money and we'd get like a generic Tombstone pepperoni to split 6 ways. And yep, my stomach hurts.

I rarely order pizza delivery anymore. It's expensive and lazy. Today, I was too tired to stop at the store on the way home from work and was feeling 'pretend rich' so I decided Papa Johns. An hour later, $40 worth of food shows up. Open the box - instead of a Works there's a plain pepperoni. The chicken looks okay at least. Call the store and find out I'm the third call so far about getting the wrong pizza. They opted to refund the food costs because that was the easiest thing to do and I'm not allergic to pepperoni. I just think it's a cheap pizza topping and was looking forward to mushrooms. Have a slice and then go for the chicken so I at least have a solid protein in my system. It's not BBQ. It's some sort of red honey slime with spices. I'm going to cough blood at some point and all because I wanted a pizza and wings treat.

I can't remember the last time I actually opened one of those up. I don't use them because I pretty much live right out of the suitcase [ don't want to accidently leave anything behind ]. Although part of me is vaguely tempted to open one of those room safes and leave something weird inside just to see what happens.

Oh my gawd. If I yell at you to get out from behind the tv, if I empty a frickin' spray bottle on you for going behind the tv, if I throw things at you because you went behind the tv, and then I toss you into the tub and turn the SHOWER on because the spray bottle isn't getting the message through to your peach pit sized brain that I don't want you behind the tv, what the hell is going to do that???? Psychotic little bastard.

A merry long night to all who celebrate!

Follow up, she found the treat dispenser, chewed the feathers off the bug wings and has decided doing a red panda dance is how you make the treats fall out. That and handing me the damn pull string if I'm sitting on the toilet.

Bad kitten still makes out like a bandit at Yule. Yes that is a glamping tent tunnel. She already has a favorite (it's the strawberry teether) and all her new toys are temporarily in there. Except the hanging treat dispenser by bathroom which she hasn't noticed yet.

Using Edge or whatever it's called. I had Chrome once upon a time but hated it. I don't really have any specific reason other than I didn't like the feel of it.

My 8-track player isn't portable. My boombox has detachable speakers that I have hooked up to the portable cassette player in order to play tapes without having to wear headphones or drag the entire boom box to other rooms. It's like Dr. Frankenstein got drunk at a Radio Shack. Also, Cracky's record player is one of those Holly Hobby ones. Calling it now.