I mean, there was a perfect segue at the American Pie dscourse.

I would have taken it. Getting told off would have been worth it.

I am feral.

Oh god. It's even better than I even expected.

A fishing mini game and the ability to climb shit.

Ok. Imma need more pictures.

God scientests can be such unserious dorks.

I love it.

More Caity cuddles!

And just spread it around the room.

It's all cleaned up now, as best I can get it. But I'm so tired.

Work tomorrow. 4 hours then nothing until next week. I can't fuckin wait.

it to hit me.

Finally got around to cleaning tonight. Get 2 rooms vacuumed, and my vacuum falls apart and I can't get it back together. No big drama. I can get the part online.
Then my mop head falls apart. Ok. I can change that.
Then, as I'm sweeping the bathroom, I hit a puddle left by old cat

Cruella was a victimized career woman who wanted a nice coat.

Consider, for the time period,
• wearing fur was socially acceptable
• being a career woman was not socially acceptable

Plus
•Disney was a raging misogynist (Snow White was FUCKING 14)
•Dalmatians are fucking stunning (I have 2 myself).

Excellent choice!

Norti torti's represent!

I had a Castiel pop. Only one I've owned. Fled a DV situation. All I had was a bag of clothes, a laptop and my Cas pop. Didn't even have my pets for 6 months.

Lent him to a friend going through shit. She fucked me over in ways you can't comprehend, and never gave him back. I'm still bitter.

Here I am, having a sad. And now I'm reminded of the diabeetus nuke that is the raspberry white chocolate croissant at my local patisserie. Made with fresh raspberries and white chocolate ganache.

I might nuke my diabeetus tomorrow and see if that makes me happy.

And mean is, well... mean.