the tango.

We have the most insane litter of kittens nesting by our house, and I don't mean oh look at the cute one there see how he keeps chasing his tail? No. I mean fucking INSANE.

These little ones are still nursing and yet manage to strike fear in the heart of any man who passes within three feet of them.

The mother cat reminds me of Skrinks (I thinks she's her long lost twin) and I also think she's the bride of Satan. Which of course makes the kitties the spawn of Satan. Evil I tell you. They hiss, and attack any poor bastard who happens in their way, and make some God-awful noise I can't describe.

You know? You think I might get a bit of gratitude for feeding that bride everyday. But no. She's probably been telling her little sweet babies that I'm some horrid half-breed monster come to take them away and make them into little moccasins for the new generation of Trumps.

rant I suppose

The glow of the future always seems to be darkened by an unfourtunate idea of love. My father and I have intensely different ideas of what is best for me. No help does he offer, only criticism and anger.
I've been beyond frustrated in my efforts to get him to help me plan this trip, flying standby is no fucking cake-walk. As usual I will be stuck sneaking. This is so trivial.

Yack. blah. won-won-won.

On other notes. I gotta dollar I gotta dollar I gotta a dollar hey hey hey hey!

another weekend lost

Ah the fruits of my labors. The literal FRUITS of my labors.
After an entire weekend spent picking grapes, I get to rest.
My dear Katt is in town and we must tear it up. I missed her 33 seeming phone calls last night due to an intense grape fog.
Alas I've amassed another 45 hours that need to be paid. Not bad at all. 40 more hours and I'll be golden.
Blah blah blah. Time to fool.

conspiracy?

These mini popcorn bags have got to be the greatest invention ever. Good Housekeeping agrees. They gave 'em their stamp of approval. They're much tastier than that canned cat food I opened for the litter of kitties and their mom that have been found residing in our vineyard building. That stuff was horrible. It makes me wonder... is that where all the road kill goes? Into canned pet foods. What about all potted meats? Is that really just ham you're eating? I think not.
I better tell my mother to stop her occasional indulgences of potted meat on toast. Poor things been eating flattened squirrels.

3 star creeps

My doll is moving to the great state of Oregon this coming summer
"Come with me"
Doll knows my life is a jumble.
Doll knows everything about me.
Spent the evening with her. Getting drunk, and getting the munchies. The afternoon was spent posing for the camera and getting pizza in a mini lipstick slip (the old men oh my)We saw a badger in this lovely grotto I took my doll and her love to. I stripped down no less than six times in the park to change. Lovely weather. Babbling brook.
Corkie never ceases to amaze. His sheer exuberance every time I enter my home always puts a smile on my face, though it's not very pleasing when I'm sitting on the cushions having a nibble and he jumps on my head and steals my food. Not very pleasing at all.
I can only hope that they wish as much as I.
My body is finally healed from the ravages of the playa. The answers should come soon if I entertain patience.
My little darling has been asked out by six or so boys for homecoming! She said no to all of them. That's my girl. She's way ahead of me when I was her age. Boo bear.