Trying really hard to break myself of drinking more than one caffeinated beverage per day and, considering the fact that I used to drink about six sugar free Red Bulls on a daily basis only a few months ago, I’m doing pretty well having only the occasional cup of hot tea or diet Dr. Pepper.
My home has literally become a zoo. And now at least two people have told me I need another kitten so that Wormy Kitty has someone to play with. My mom is one of those people. By the way, my mom also thinks I should get in control of my shopping addiction, and then tells
I wish for a real winter this year so all the mosquitos and other bugs will die. I hate bugs with a passion. All these idiots around here who hate cold weather need to shut it this year. I’m sick of worrying that each time I take the dogs out, a West Nile Virus mosquito
The non-BF and I keep calling Wormy Kitty a “he.” I told the non-BF she was going to end up with gender identification issues. The non-BF: “Don’t you mean gender identity issues?” Me: “Here is something I will say that you cannot correct: Fuck off.” Rainbow is a Spiteful Pisser. I have to be careful when