Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent.

Anonymous, thank you for your comment. The one that blogger ate is still with us in spirit. <3


Cierra, send me a link to your blog!! I can't find it! Am I following you? Blogger won't let me look at your profile. You too Annie! I think there may have been more, but I forgot to make a list..... If your blog/profile is private, send me a link!! I'd love to read. <3






Nothing can drag you out of a nasty funk like your kitty. And some cats are very good at making you feel better. Callisto, for example....

She really knows how to make you feel better. Or least give you a good cuddle, with purring. If I'm feeling icky, Callisto is usually there, trying to burrow into me and snuggle until I fall asleep. 


Daisy, however, is another story. 


She was never an extremely affectionate cat, so it really shouldn't come as a surprise at this point. When you're feeling sick/suicidal/sh*tty/etc, Dairy really does give a f*ck. Unless of course you have arranged yourself on this one specific chair in the living room, with your feet up on the ottoman--then Daisy will come sleep on you. 


Otherwise, Daisy just wants to sleep.


And eat.


But mainly sleep.

She used to be kind of a spastic. But now, at 7 years old, all she does is sleep. Occasionally she'll venture outside and kill something, or stalk something and think about killing it before taking a nap. Once in a while, she has her random spazz-freakouts. But most of the time though, she just sleeps. Like 22 hours a day.


A big change from when she was a kitten. Back then, she was a TOTAL PSYCHO. 


Aside from having freakishly large ears, 

she used to attack anyone and everyone who tried to sit in the living and watch TV. 


She would stalk you silently. 

And then when you least expected it..................

And it happened so fast that you had no time to process it. She would attack your head, and then vanish. You would be left emotionally scarred and hyperventilating. 

I love cats.

I'M GOING TO MEET LANCE HENRIKSEN AGAIN TOMORROW!!!!


And CARY ELWES!!!!


:D

Now that I've gotten a good whinge out of my system....

You are all far too good to me. <3


I feel slightly better. Not even remotely "Ok," but better. 


I really don't resent my parents that much for my childhood. For the most part, they did the best they could with what they had. Mum knows she effed up and does try to make up for it. 


Dad, however, is another story. But I haven't the energy to be pissed off about that anymore.


I think the last post didn't come out quite right, anyway. It wasn't really directed at my parents. But when you're as frayed as I am at the moment, 'tis difficult to put it into words. 


So I'm going to keep dragging my bloated, decaying carcass out of the muck. At least, out of the muck of self-hatred and wallowing. Because I hate wallowing. Recovery is still getting the FU. I need to sort out the mess in my head before I can attempt to recover from my various hang-ups. 


Going to go blaze, and then go to the gym. (Trading one drug for another? Maybe. But at this point, FECK IT.)


Hope all of you are having a better week than I am. <3