I am also cancer free as of the writing of this single statement.
and one expletive: thank fuck.
I am also cancer free as of the writing of this single statement.
and one expletive: thank fuck.
Ya’ll. After a year of grief-fueled burnout I have a job that pays milkbones, but is a gentle balm on my soul: bathing dogs.
That is Bear.
(The cat formerly known as Bacon, Boo, and Brahms.)
Being able to step away from a hobby, chill the fuck out, and realize what you liked about it to start with. Being able to step back in after a couple months has been a good thing –
I am also cancer free as of the writing of this single statement.
and one expletive: thank fuck.
you? yes, you. not me. but YOU. dang. you made an interesting character.
thank you for being interesting.
ultimately – my tantrum was resolved with weed and a nap.
edited to clarify: I AM LAZY.
just hit the closest reply button, that’s all, @Coin. I wasn’t directing my peevish comment to anyone.
hey, friend, if you’re going to crib that much inspiration from a source – write some fanfic, you’ll feel better.
for @Babs because I am always and actively procrastinating on my librarian –
I have started playing Syberia.