So Mr. Mister gave me his broken wings. He told me he wanted me to lean to fly again and live so free, but honestly, it kind of sounds like a lot of effort. First of all, I have to fix the wings. You can’t fly with broken wings, Mr. Mister. And what the hell do I know about wing repair? What am I, a taxidermist?

Drinking an Arnold Palmer in 90 degree F. Moving to a new apt. Thursday. Spent 5 hours packing. Sweating in my week old sheets. Ok! OK! I’m getting up to shower and change sheets! Here’s Kitteh

Period from hell + I just ate three yoooge slices of pizza. It’s humid and stormy outside, so please! Recommend a movie. The romcom-ier the better. (though I havent started my Amazon rental of Mustang yet and that is also a possibility.)

I have a gin and tonic, and the kitties have a bowl of Fancy Feast chicken and tuna. It’s so ridiculously hot that my ice cubes melted in five minutes. Which is fine, I’ll just drink quicker :-)

Last week I posted that I was scheduled to get my first (and hopefully, only) abortion. And I was kinda nervous about it.

Mr. B2 thinks Emily is a hottie!

I want to thank Jezzies for your support in my previous posts! This is a really nice space. I also finally went to Torrid a few weeks ago and feel much better about my body! I’ve decided to quit graduate school and look for a job which is scary with my crohns and health insurance needs but I’m leaving a toxic…

I want to work at that sloth sanctuary in Costa Rica. Or with animals in general, really. Or be whoever it is whose job it us to come up with names for lipstick colours.

“Divorce fairy” that’s amazing. Hahaha I am now imagining Dwayne Johnson from that tooth fairy movie as a divorce fairy and let me tell you, it is living up to expectations.

Those things look like something that would squirt a poisonous liquid at contestants in the hunger games while making them hallucinate.

Awe! What a cutie. I love how cats always have that “did you seriously just dare to wake me up?” look whenever their slumber is slightly disturbed.

Childhood dream job: divorce fairy (my parents’ marriage was BAD). Current dream job: women’s health national policy setter ;).

The new kitten at work:

Emily got out again, and now I am building a catio to contain her. I blame her Internet boyfriend for her poor behavior.

She isn’t technically mine but my roommate’s cat is a cutie pie.

Now that the trailer has dropped, and my new dream job is Wonder Woman, how about a dream job thread? Childhood dream jobs, current dream jobs—what is it that you wish you got paid to do?

Last Sunday’s Weird Al concert was as amazing as I hoped it would be. Lots of costume changes while we enjoyed some silly clips. A great opening entry. He sang the classic “Dare to be Stupid”.

Hi guys! I’m visiting friends in rural-ish Vermont, which is a huge culture shock for a city kid like me. We hiked today and I thought I was going to die. (But I didn’t and I am proud!) However, there are TINY BABY GEESIES! They are so soft and they make little peeps and follow you everywhere! There are many other…

BEAUTY THREAD!