Can you not

I apologize for my prolonged absence from the blogging realm. Time just got away from me this weekend what with stuffing my face, and then running to gym to exercise it all off. 

To the tarot card requester: Temperance and the Heirophant are gone as well. The only cards left from the major arcana are the Emperor, Justice, and Judgment. There's still quite a few of the minor arcana left, but not many of the face cards--only the Page and Knight of Cups, Page and King of Pentacles, and the Page and Knight of Wands. There's still a bunch of the numbered cards left, so if anyone else wants some tarot cards, let me know: bellatrixburrows@hotmail.com.

This is Rockland Bakery:


Guess what's across the street?


Rockland Bakery is in fact the greatest thing since sliced bread. You can go in there at midnight and actually go into the factory and grab loaves of bread, bagels, croissants, and everything else fresh out of the oven. I went there yesterday with Big Sis #2 and we got 2 doughnuts, a giant cinnamon-pecan danish, a cupcake, and cannoli for $3.00. It's crazy how cheap it is. 

So yeah, every time I walk out of the gym, I am assaulted by the fresh-baking smells of their lovely sourdough bread, and cinnamon raisin bagels. It is not fair. Whoever zoned those two buildings should be castrated in public. 

No luck catching the thing in the attic. I did try to make a vlog about going up into the attic to look for it, but unfortunately no one would leave the house long enough to give me some peace and quiet, so I couldn't do it. I did investigate. I suspect the starlings are back, although how they manage to make such a tremendous racket at all hours of the night is beyond me.  Starlings are supposed to be quite small, and diurnal. The thing in the attic sounds large, and is mostly nocturnal. But I'm pretty sure it's the starlings. Therefore, this is definitive proof that starlings are (a.) Evil; and (b.) possessed of more ridiculous diabolical powers than I had originally thought. 

For real, they're f**king evil.

Time to start planning Operation Starling Holocaust Part Deux. 

Failed this weekend, food wise (obvs, at this point). So as per usual, I'm a puffy fat mess this Monday. I've got a writing workshop tonight, so I shan't make it to the gym. I plan on trying to salt flush on Tuesday. I tried last night, but for Reasons Unknown, it didn't work. 

I don't get that. Like where did the salt water go? Did it evaporate? Get absorbed into my kidneys? WTF??

>:(

More later, perhaps; or I shall be late for the writing workshop.

<3 you, my girlies!