katt_goddess

^^^ 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.

I have a portable cassette player. Suck it, losers.

? I went by the announcement on the top of the forum and didn't want him to not get one since he's usually Mr. Birthday over there. Plus, I think he made one for me the day before my actual birthday too [ I'd have to look it up to be sure ]. Summary - shut up scoob.

Thought about just waiting to see if you'd accidentally get in the zone and make one for yourself but then decided to be weird before bedtime. Happy Hatchday, buddy! Couldn't find you a seizure Simpson so I had my mom make you a cake.

You've been plugged in 'charging' since around 2p today. Enough is enough, Hello Kitty mini vacuum. I could have tortured the kitten and been in bed by now.

As promised, when I was originally hatched from an egg found under a rock in the swamp circa late 1800's or so [ my mind races with the damps! ], little did I realize that one day I would be the equivalent of a forum AI with a bedtime. Over the way too many years, I've come to wonder about each and every one of you. Don't ever change. Except your underpants. Seriously. You can buy in bulk. There's at least one of you wearing something that consists of 6 underwear atoms attached to a rubber band at this point and one of those atoms has a skid mark on it. Spank you all for the delightful wishes, I think Marge Simpson is having a stroke in that pic, and always remember follow your dreams, you can reach your goals, I'm living proof. BEEFCAAAKE! BEEFCAAKE!!!

It's today [ the 10th ]. I don't know what's going on with the forum calendar, maybe it's on Saudi Arabian time or something. Also I shouldn't have clicked this with a stuffy nose because a laugh snort with plugged sinuses does NOT smell good. I'll be back tomorrow to write something appropriately weird in here, I'm in need of a nap and Sakura needs to get pulled off the side of the bird cage, again.