Also, this:

I’ve cared for several people that survived attempted suicide by gun. It’s not a guaranteed death and living with that kind of trauma to the brain isn't something I'd wish on anyone.

Especially if you live in the country. I don't know a house out here without a gun for hunting. Everyone I know has a gun safe and keeps the guns locked down. That's good enough for me.

I guess I don’t understand why this is a big deal now, it’s been done for ages in fashion mags.

aww thanks! She got some antibiotics yesterday and seems much perkier, so I’m hoping she’ll bounce back fine. AND I found a lovely vet tech at her vet office that actually lives in our podunk village and she is going to come by twice a day while I’m gone to give her shots and check in on her. Everything’s coming up…

She is wisely staying out of my reach. The whole situation was made worse by my not having international cell service due to AT&T being a bunch of cocksuckers. The diabetic cat peed on my sister’s pants left on the floor a few days in and sister thought nothing of it. If she had been in contact with me, I would have…

Ugh, I wish! The aunt went on a bender with another underage friend, forgot to feed the cats and they consoled themselves by eating through a plastic bag of food and are now both disgustingly sick and I’m supposed to leave tomorrow for another work trip. Lesson learned, I shouldn’t leave. Ever.

Hi gals, I’m wicked upset tonight because my beloved diabetic cat has just been having one set back after another lately and I’m leaving on a work trip to Italy tomorrow for 9 days and leaving her on a host of new medicines with my 19 year old sister. I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t seem miserable and that I’m not…

I had to tell my mother who was two months into divorce proceedings with my dad that he was bringing his new, younger girlfriend that she knew nothing about to my brother’s graduation party. She had no idea and it was the worst. Here’s to thoughtless dads!

Clean, dark jeans, nice shirt and a cardigan. I used to say that when they paid me enough to have a second wardrobe, I would wear one, but screw that; I work for an employer that has no respect for me, I’m not wasting that kind of effort.

The crazy thing about all of this, is that I’m all but positive that I could have worn a suit to the prom in the late 90's and the administration wouldn’t have cared. It would have fit in with the sort of things my friends and I were always up to and I’m sure it would have basically been encouraged. The crap today…

I just finished school, so I’m finally allowed to watch season 2 of Broadchurch on Netflix. I’m also a serious lover of historical documentaries. I feel like I’ve watched all the “real” ones in my streaming service and all that is left are the pseudoscience and bullshit ones.

Because I’m doomed to be grey forever, no one will see this, but, next week I’m traveling to Italy for work and it’s my first time abroad and I can’t tell if I’m more terrified than excited. I’m a total control freak, that is vegan due to allergies and I’m terrified I’ll either die by eating something or kill one of…

He totally looks like a Bush, I don’t know how you can miss it.

We ate endless colcannon and what we called welsh rarebit, but it was just nasty, oily american cheese melted on stale bread.

gouache is the most fabulous paint ever!

I forget about this and then periodically remember it and can’t stop laughing over “shovel face” all over again.

Somehow I’ve never seen this and it just made my damn month.

It should have been more.

3:00 mark on is great