Sleep

I like this. It's nice. Goodnight.

This is us.

This is what we look like.

I couldn't be happier.

Yep.

Pampering

Today I pampered myself.

I got my first bikini wax.

Holy shit.

It wasn't as bad as I thought, but still, pretty ridiculous.

I got my transverse lobe piercing. It was the first that the guy had ever done, and I think it's pretty great.

Ready?



It's a little smaller than I really wanted, but because of where my regular lobe piercing was, this was where it ended up, and I am totally pleased. It also didn't exactly break the bank, and the guy who did it kept calling me honey and had a portrait tattoo of his cat, so I was totally sold on that.

So my painful pampering day was pretty great, and got topped off by Chipotle!

Win.

About my cat:

I could write a whole blog about her right now. So I will.

She got groomed today, and a haircut, to get rid of all of her mattes. She was pretty lumpy, and now she just looks punk as fuck, and she also seems so much happier.

She has been ridiculously playful and loving, and very rambunctious, probably because he badass new haircut has left her with a devil-may-care attitude, I love that I can feel how warm she is.

I remember Sara telling me about finding her rat dead, but the saddest part was how cold it was.

Life is only fleeting warmth, and so I would rather sweat and be close to the body of something alive that I can love, than be comfortable holding something cool, and dead.

She is also very small under her gigantic fur coat. She is small and dainty and velvet warmth. She's my little baby girl. These two months I have to spend not loving John, I will spend loving my kitten extra hard.

Before:


After: (note the awesome tail)

Mods I want:

Just to get them out of my head:

Modern Times Ending Tattoo:



Transverse Lobe Piercing:



thats all I can remember right now.

The Middle

Seriously, the song The Middle, by Jimmy Eat World will always be therapeutic to me.

How is that possible?

lolcats

I am medicated, and I need to write a fucking monologue.

Right now.

blah blah blah.

i can think of a million things to say that i am too tired and lazy to type.

I have been complaining.

Or writing when I am in a bad mood.

Right now I am elated, sublime.

I am happy.

I am serene. I got a great shirt that I really like for $5.

I'm about to get in bed with the man that I love.

Right now: No complaints.

...My foot is asleep...

Okay. That was it. No complaints.

I am going to sleep now.

it's just not good.

I am in a gray haze. I don't feel very good about anything. I'll have bursts of good moods, but they don't last long. My body hurts. My shoulders ache, and I don't know why. I am going to take a hot shower in a little while, and maybe that will soothe that mess.

I want to get out more.

I am going to make things tonight.