hello, i would like to issue a big fat fuck you to whoever left those kittens on my doorstep. not cuz i dont love them but fuck you every night i dream about kittens and everytime i come home i am scared someone will have left MORE kittens in my doorway and all night long periodically kittens wake me up with their problems. so fuck you anonymous kitten donor. thanks for teaching me about love and sacrifice and being a saint with my kindness you asshole. you already owe me over a hundred dollars. eat a bag of dicks kitten abandoner. i think i know who you are now, cuz i saw a crazy white lady in a shawl poking around my house the other day, and she was not homeless so she should have dealt with these kittens herself. but in the meantime, fuck you, you fucking tosser leaving wet kittens in bags for women who make no money to deal with. when i find out who did this im gonna rub their nose in the kitten shit that is smeared all over my floor.

got rid of the subject of that last post. started a new weaving blog. gone insane on weaving. like you cant imagine if youre not a weaver. you just dont know. something is opening up in my head with it. a way to see patterns, a way to feel the patterns. glorious. in other news im stressed and something is lurking in my body. work is making me crazy but i dont know why. last week i was on cloud 9 lovin my job. it's always somethin. why is it always something? that phrase sucks my left one. i need to start meditating again because then i can handle the "changes of my life" like stevie said. think ill rock some fleetwood mac, weave a lil bit before bed. hasta la vista, baybay.