Remember a month ago when I was babbling excitedly about my new garden? Well, for anyone wanting an update… here it is a month later! Complete with flowers! 😀 I may even have actual vegetables before too long! ^_^
For a while I was having trouble with someone coming along and digging at the plants (my parents claim they saw birds, but I never caught anyone in the act :P) but that seems to have stopped. I can’t help but wonder if the visitor we’ve had for the past few days has anything to do with it…
They’re a beautiful kitty, well-fed looking, well-cared for looking, and not really all that skittish around people–certainly not as skittish as a truly feral cat would be. I only hope they have a home nearby and just like to hang out in our yard. We’ve been putting out water, but I still worry. -.-;;; As much as I appreciate your effect on the garden pests, I hope you have a home somewhere close by that you go to at night, pretty marmalade kitty!
It’s been raining all afternoon, and
showing no signs of letting up, but that’s all right. Saturday was a
busy day–putting in the garden, grocery shopping, laundry, running
errands, scouring the little thrift shops in the suburbs for the
perfect end table–but today there’s nothing urgently hanging over
them. They can afford to spend the gray, sleepy day on the couch,
reading and watching movies and drawing. And the newly planted
tomatoes need the water.
Feuilly’s half-asleep, their
paperback slipping from their hands to rest against their chest,
their head pillowed against Courfeyrac’s shoulder, when they feel the
soft touch of lips against their temple. Struggling to blink their
eyes open, they turn to look up at Courfeyrac.
whispers. "I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just. This is so
nice and cozy and I love you a lot and–“ He doesn’t need to
finish the sentence. Feuilly knows that Courfeyrac’s most natural
way of showing affection is through touch; that sometimes his love
for his friends just wells up and he has to hug or kiss or caress.
They know–without having to go through that whole discussion again–that
it doesn’t Mean Anything.
But at the same time it means
everything Feuilly could ever want and more. They smile sleepily up at
Courfeyrac, then settle back against his shoulder, their eyes
slipping closed again.
1:48 a.m and how I’m going to decorate my apartment next month
5:20am and my fiance
5:22 am and counting down how long until my fiancé comes home from work even though he just left
9:12 am and how the girl that I’m in love with is in the next room sleeping next to her girlfriend
11:12 am and how I have so much to do today before leaving for Louisiana, and how I’m excited to visit the New Orleans Marshalls store bc I’m a work nerd.
11:18 am. I’m thinking about getting a new job, where to apply, finishing this class and the other extension paper and how I have to take this proctored exam on a campus I know nothing about before the 23rd. Also annotated bibliography. Also cleaning and organizing. Also mac and cheese. Yeah.
9:47 PM and wondering why I ate all that shrimp. It was too much. I didn’t need to be a hero.
10:28 PM thinking about Elf and Dwarf smooching, and also that I’m tired, and I need to do concept art and designs tomorrow maybe, and also finish roughing out comic pages.
11:33 pm. Ow, my fingers hurt. I’m digging the flower headband but I think they might be custom order. Perfect for proms, weddings, and Beltine…
11:19 am and coffee.
11.33 – my headache and how time-consuming it is these days to book a flight.
7.22 and what soap I’m going to buy later today.
09:22 and writing drabble while enjoying a day off
4:43 and wondering how someone could NOT be awake right now and reading this.
16:20 and how is it I’m the writer in a house with 3 Very Science Minded People, but I’m the one who figured out what’s busted on the new side table drawer (and how do I get out of this conversation so I can get back to writing)?
17:28, there’s a photoset project I need to work on, prompts I need to finish, dishes to put away and more to clean, I need to skip this song, is dad home from work yet?, everything is too much and I need my brain to slow down damnit. *takes a breath*
2:26pm and why am I so bad at the swoop races in KotOR?!?
*screams into hands*
12:50 am. I am thinking about sleeping.
8:20 AM Just found a bug bite on my right middle toe and it itches A LOT. Also I want pancakes. Anyone want to come make some for me? *hopeful look* ^_^
I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this was in consideration for Anakin’s Ep III look. I can’t believe what he ended up looking like in that movie was the subtler alternative to an even worse look.
I can’t believe we almost had an Ep III where Anakin runs around with his bare chest, black leather deep-v-neck jedi tunic, and mohawk while all of his allies are completely blindsided by his fall to the dark side
And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too.
Why would they kill pit bulls they’re sweeties
Because PETA does not care about animals. they do not care that these dogs live and breathe and feel and want love like every other dog. they do not care about the history of human/dog bonding and co-evolution, they do not care that dogs and human beings have relied on each other for millennia, they do not care that its cruel and morally repugnant to put down an animal just because you can, they do not care about animals.
PETA cares about money and publicity, its a corporation run by a psychopath who is afraid of pitts as it states in the link: she was apparently bit by one, and now she hates them.
PETA doesn’t give a rats ass about animals. They just want to kill and make money off of idiots who fall of their spiel.
Some celebs support them
ah c’mon, dear-tumb1r, I think you’re being a bit harsh. I mean, okay, PETA’s done some questionable things, but it’s not like they’ve also