ninjagrrl

Yesterday the ol' man and I had the whole house to ourselves, but because I am a raging asshole, it kinda was a downer. We (meaning I, since he is the kindest person ever) don't stay mad for long though, so lying in bed before sleep we had a crazy half-hour long giggle fest over poop eating. Yes, we have a very mature relationship. Then, as he leaned over to set the alarm clocks I sort of sat up half-way (like in crunches) to rearrange my pillows and clocked myself in the head with his forearm. Combining the forward force of him reaching and of me sitting up, it was a pretty solid whallop right across my left eye, nose and cheekbone.

I saw stars and I thought my nose was fucked up, which was scary 'cause I like it straight, but he turned the light on and nothing was bleeding and my pupils looked fine. No concussion, I never get one from any of the shit I've hit with my noggin, suprisingly. I thought at least I'd get some cool bruising and look even more white-trash, but today just the bridge of my nose complains a little about the weight of my glasses.

When I finish here, I am going to groove away on the ol' electric and type up some character profiles, since my memory sucks and the current project needs a good skeleton.

The cat got stuck up in a tree today. We came home from coffee and groceries and heard her pitifully indignant meowing. We looked all around and couldn't find her, but then we looked up. It took twenty minutes, a chair and some enticing to get her down. She was super pissed off, since the ol' man sort of torments her by trying to love her, but now she is trying to catch ants and is happy.

I want it to rain.

Oh, I added a ton of pics, most are from the ol' man's birthday bash. I also changed my profile pic. This is Piper, the evil cat of my heart. (It is not just an Adobe manipulation, it took me like 40 minutes to make and rocks the ol' man's monitor as the wallpaper.)