quinne

I'm sick of that sad entry. Simply put: there isn't a damn thing we can do about the car DAYS before christmas so it's going to have to look like this for a while:

whatever.

I'm more frustrated that this twat's car didn't get towed/broken into/hit by a meteor. That's her. The old hag.
JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE MONEY DOESN'T ENTITLE YOU TO ROB HANDICAPPED PEOPLE OF THEIR SPOTS. Or maybe it does. I'm a little disheartened with how the world works sometimes.

On to happier things:


When I'm bummed I google unlikely animal friends. It INSTANTLY cheers me up. Try it. (you're welcome)


My boys <3


My dude put together a little crafting station for me. It rules being with someone who supports my creative side.

I haven't been cooking much lately because I've been spending all my time crocheting things. I've been doing custom orders for people. I haven't even set my etsy shop up yet!










BENTREY! We say his name now with an asian-american accent. Poor guy.


Sometimes Icky requires a beaded pillow AND a cat bed to sleep on. Sometimes just my shoes.


My sister said they look like they are trying to blend in so we might mistakenly take them with us to Canada for christmas. She's probably right.


Someone on here asked me to post more full length photos of my outfits. It's never terribly exciting.
(I found those boots)


One of my dearest friends ever. don Julio. It's his birthday today!