Sad day in the kitchen. One of my favorite glasses broke. I was choking on an oatmeal flake and trying not to throw up, and knocked the glass into the sink. Saaaaaaad!
aw, shit it's sideways.
Anyway
"he who fights with his wife at night-gets no piece at night."
PIECE=Peace! PIECE! Do you GET IT???!! DO YOU? LOOK THERE'S HER BUM. You know, piece of ass? You know?
Nearly every fucking cup in my cupboard has a story. I'll make a journal devoted to it one day, or you can just come over and have tea in the mug with the naked lady for the handle.
I have been itching to sit down & write and share my goings on, however trivial they may be.
electric bugaboo
I've been working regularly and had a really busy Saturday at the centre. I happened upon a conversation between two of the members I know pretty well; Client A was showing Client B a whole shwack of her photos documenting her bed bug bites and bugs she'd found in her residence. It turned out B was inquiring because he had some sort of infestation in his residence and even had a small jamjar of (live) specimen. On a hair, a hair off his body. BODY LICE WHEEEEEEEE! And also included in his fester jar were a few bed bugs and pubic lice.
So ensued an hour and a half long informational session/sermon (delivered by me) of causes (stay out of the garbage bins! ), treatment (shave yourself entirely) and the dillegence needed to keep his place fester-free. Dude just didn't get it. He's had them for 3 months and had half his arm down his pants scratching and grabbing. i felt so damn bad for him so also SO DAMN MAD because he has obviously been living like this for waaaaaaaay over 3 months, and has put so many others at risk by utilizing our centre. He wouldn't leave! We asked him to leave then, and immediately procure a haircut, and prepare for a laundry service and bedbug sprayer to come by....20 fucking minutes later he's upstairs playing pool. "oh, yeah, um, I forgot to leave." No you didn't. NO YOU DI"INT.
Five Minute Photo Sesh.
After work that Saturday, my place was all sundappled in the evening. My blessedly bug free abode.
Randomed.
Fleurs & A Pig
I really like my cat. I talk about her a lot, because she's really cute and does nice things and is pretty. I had to cut a friend loose because he interrupted a Leeloo Story Hour with "I could die in my sleep tonight. I don't want my last conversation to be of Leeloo's daily whatever, Hello Kitty, or anything cat related, ok?"
Well, wtf, was I supposed to talk about after THAT. Way to Jonestown the conversation. Total Guyana, asshole.
Tomorrow I start another round of dogsitting. This week it's a big ol' shy black lab. She's going to be a cupboard love but way different than these fuckos.
The Slither (rocio the chihuahua) and the Lamby (Zorro the poodly), two senior weirdo dogs I had rattling around here last weekend.
I missed you, Mister. You'll like these villain girls:
It looks like your shirt is trying to eat babyhead. Very Muppet Show.