When something pisses me off I cannot articulate myself until I am pulled out of the moment. Preferably by a wookie sound.
I really enjoy making videos with no purpose. As in, videos just for the sake of videos. I don’t do too much in life without a purpose, a goal, a reason because I haven’t known how. I’m learning how.
I am allergic to four things. Would you like to guess what the 4 things are? There’s no prize for your guesses, except my amusement at your answers, and your chance to be very creative.
I still really enjoy balancing my checkbook. You have NO idea how psyched I was that it balanced to the penny when I was reconciling my vacation trip receipts. OMG. How the hell did that happen? It’s like magic, only with math. Math magic!
I felt the head of depression again on the drive home last night and I started screaming at myself in the car, “seriously? SERIOUSLY?! YOU’RE DEPRESSED?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT?!” and then I stepped back (figuratively) and realized that, sure, ok, I did just make it over one whole hurdle in my life, but life isn’t ever going to stop having hurdles, and I do have a lot on my plate, that I am someone who is affected by circumstances around me, and that I need to cut myself some slack and do that “one thing/day at a time” business in order to sanely get through it all. I will make it to the other side. And the other side will be a very fantastic place to be.
I know I have 3 girl kitties, but taking care of Tink (photos/video will appear, let’s FOCUS people) has made me psyched about getting a boy kitty. I hope that boy kitty realizes what he’s getting into… Ripley will glare, hiss, and bop him on the head then tumble him. Georgie will lick him then jump on his head. Allie will rip him a new asshole then go cower from him. Ahhhhh, good times, good times.
I have not mailed my Infragard application yet. Know why? Because I don’t have an envelope big enough to send the application. What kind of fucked up reason is that? Poppy! GO GET A FUCKING ENVELOPE!!! (elevator music) Envelope acquired! See???
That’s one big. ass. envelope.
I am seeing my friends Essdy and His Lovely Wife this coming weekend. (Notice how I always call the wives of my guy friends His Lovely Wife? I won’t tell you why, but I have a reason. I enjoy being the way I am.) Their dog Molly is a jumper. This will be the first time I’ve been to their house in… probably a year, at least. HLW is pregnant with twins! I totally called the genders, two girls.
Next weekend (the one after this coming weekend) I hope to go to Break Boy’s and His Lovely Wife’s house. If Dawg is in town he will be the guest of honor. 
I am excited for Dawg to meet a few people, but Break Boy is highest on the friends list. Break Boy will get us drunk. Break Boy will make Dawg play GH3 (as in, he’ll trick Dawg into wanting to play it). We will end up staying up until two in the morning (that’s late for France) playing GH3 drunk. We will stay over. We will wake up to birds chirping and pancakes (or waffles). It will be fanfuckingtastic. AND there’s a Dunkin Donuts on the way to their house, so Dawg can have his large French vanilla ice coffee, light with cream and 4 Splendas. 
I would like it to be May.
The end.
“I am someone who is affected by circumstances around me”
Um, Yes. Hello. Right here. The last few days me (and Adam, believe it or not) have been like Ack! Ack! Dark Cloud!
Adam actually told me last night he felt like he should go meditate or something.
I don’t meditate. I get angry and delirious and stupid and obnoxious and loud. I think that’s the opposite of meditate.
I imploded on Dawg this morning.
It’s too much.
It’s too much.
PS - He totally cheered me up. He’s fantastic at cheering me up. The man’s magic.
Can I borrow the “cheering up” part of him?
You’ll have to ask him, since I refuse to speak for him under any un-pre-approved circumstance.
He should totally make cheerleader videos.
“Go Team! *pom pom*”
*giggle*
Wait…the cheering up part of him is detachable? Don’t let the word get out. There’ll be a big line…
I love how pom pom looks like porn porn.
Kris, I don’t think it is detachable, actually… but now you’ve stuck the detachable penis song in my head.
You’ll make it, Poppy!
That’s my attempt at cheerleading. Have I ever told you I was a cheerleader but was kicked off for having no team spirit?
But I am on Team Poppy for sure!
Can I sound more queer?!
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Haha
You rock.
Aaaack–the detachable penis song! LOL
I am in a disgustingly good mood today–I’ll just stay out of everyone’s way
Sybil, make us all a video of you cheering!!!!
Turnbaby,
ohhhhh, I cannot wait for HNT. I’m sure it will show of your fantastic mood.
Cheesecake Factory made everything better today.
And you’re allergic to:
Horses
Bees
My right buttcheek
Free range chicken eggs.
I am allergic to (in priority order):
1. Horses
2. Cats
3. Dogs
4. Fabric softener
5. Some trees & grasses
6. Various types of mold
I am going to guess you are allergic to (in random order):
1. Adhesive tape
2. Stainless steel (or some type of metal)
3. Various soap products
4. A form of medication
ARE YOU GETTING A BOY KITTY? Or did you just mean “if” you ever got a boy kitty he’d take a beating? Thanks for making me FOCUS, by the way. :)
Oh, and I agree with the half of you that says you shouldn’t be depressed. I know the half that says you are will just tell me to shut the fuck up but, well, I gotta say what I think. You love that about me, remember?
PLEASE tell me you got deep fried mac and cheese or those chicken pot stickers?!!?!
0 out of 4 correct! But… close on 3.
(that is, qty 3 out of the 4)
There is a detachable penis song?
Beware the boy kitty’s… I had a boy kitty that would repeatedly rape my other kitty… Who was also a boy. It was very Prince of Tides. Hard to believe but that was the same kitty who would pee in the crib, isn’t it?
Maman, you’ve never heard the detachable penis song? Here ya go! Enjoy!
My comment of yesterday appears to have been lost.
Brief recap? I gave you a list of my allergies in order of their seriousness, guessed at yours (adhesive tape, soap products, some type of metal, and now I can’t remember that last one), and then I inquired about the possibility of you getting your own boy kitty.
Sour, thanks for mentioning that it was lost. I found it in the spam list and retrieved it! And, crap! You reminded me about adhesive tape! I am legitimately allergic to that after the surgery a few years back. Soooo weird. I am sensitive to non-hypoallergenic products, yes. But, oddly, those were not included in the 4 things.
I am allergic to: cat dander, dairy, fleas, and the sun. I am willing to compromise on the last 2, never on the first 1, a little on the 2nd in.
And… it is entirely possible that I will get a boy kitty sometime in the future, but lease-wise it cannot be while I live in this apartment.
Thanks for de-spamming my comment!
I made a decision once to get a boy kitty. I’m still regretting it. I love him but he’s a big ol’ bucket of trouble.