My whole life, I considered myself a ‘dog person’. As a child we had rats, guinea pigs, rabbits, hamsters, fish and always a dog. I even kept geese for a time in my 20s. When I moved in with my fella, our first responsibility test was our rescue Lhasa Apso, our Princess Jacey. Then along came babies, another Lhasa, a Boston Terrier and a bearded dragon. My children wanted a cat. There was one in the local paper ‘free to good home’. I relented, and he is the cutest and most charming little kitty ever. Welcome Boris!
that weird lizard woman/girl is pretty much gone now. thank you my canine friends.
feeling better already….
On a right downer again. I had so much to jaw about. Courtney Stodden. (WTF is that all about?), and a internal rant about why the hate about Christina putting on a bit of chunk. I thought we were so over all this skinny = good, thinspiration bollocks, but obviously not.
Thankfully I can always find something on the interwebs that lifts my spirit, and I can’t wait for Christmas. I have asked for a sewing machine, and think a bit of crafting and making will be theraputic.
Happy days tumblr. I know you are always here for me! I may neglect you occassionally (often), but like a dog, you are always pleased to see me.
Now Courtney Stodden.
Unfortunately those hooker boots and almost exposed crotch area have made my brain explode with wtf, so I am gonna have to go look at cute puppy and kitty pictures to restore the equilibrium of my universe.
Gotta feeling that my daughter’s Beardie, Yoshi, is trying to get in on this meme business….
This is a post by my ovaries (damn you). Mariah’s babies are fucking georgeous, and I love this shot. Mariah looks natural and happy. Proper bliss.
i don’t want this, i fucking need it.
awww, this is (almost) heartbreaking.
Call me a whore, but I would not turn down a double-team with these guys.
1980s Clarkson. He’s rocking it.
i never met a man who disagreed. just wish girls would understand.
Totally on a brain buzz at the minute, and once again find myself in the pickle that my fingers cannot keep up with my brain. Frustrating, cos I can actually type quite proficiently. (Old school, trained on an electric typewriter) Anyhoodedoodle, I got so much I would like to post, but it’s in the brain, and then gone, whilst I think of the next thing. Mashed too. Had some days off weed, and we are only smoking after kiddies gone to bed, so that first spliff after a while is a right banger.
It is such a weird thing at the minute, and I am fully aware that it could be my mental state, my citalopram or the weed causing the feelings, but whilst still terrified and paranoid, I actually feel pretty much at peace, and dare I say it, happy. It is a sad thing that I daren’t admit to actual contentment for fear of jinxing it or some such idiocy, but there you go.
The only time Ashton Kutcher was fuckable. Look at those lips. Man I would use him bad. But only as the dude from this movie. Just like I would only do Brendan Fraser from California Man.