Strays.

My one time stray cat friend has decided to adopt me sometimes.
I call him Fluffy Cat!

I think I'm allergic to him (her?) because I haven't been breathing right for a week.

My other cat Oliver hates Fluffy Cat. He has been sleeping on the opposite corner of the bed.

That's his grumpy face.

He's so jealous!

Probably cause I was doing this :

And this!

Oliver gave up and fled. I documented it, drunkenly.

And so ends another night at my cat-infested hobbit hole of a house.

THANKS!

blogging 101.

i need to update more often.

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Remember that night we all drank mead?

I do, because somehow i turned on the date-stamp on my camera.

Shit’s good.

Sparkley.

We played with this horse.

We played in the wheelchair.

 

brooke drove us around in her mom’s hummer.

 

Welcome back brooke!

 

 

BYE WORLD.

shitty stick and poke & house.

House.

Words.

Supplies one.

Supplies two.

More!

Action!

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I am going to finish the rest next week. Here are pictures of my house.

Table with weed, cigarettes, book, wine.

John Wayne, c.r.e.a.m., misfits darts.

Super bathroom cat.

Super bathroom Pat.

Snax (the cat) fur chunk in bag, left on Seth’s door as gift.

Death.

life.