pumascissors

Looks like it's gonna rain today, folks. It's supposed to drop into the 40s this weekend. I don't know if I'm ready for that shit. I'm the dumbass who didn't bring any sweaters with me from back home. Way to go, brainiac.

Baby sister's birthday is coming up quick. The Mookster. She'll be 21years old. That's hard to believe. She's still 14 in my mind. Probably in her mind too. hoy hoy hoy If we're talking about mental age. Maybe it's because she hasn't grown any since she was in middle school. She's a redneck dwarf with little ball-peen hammers for fists. I don't know what to get her for her birthday. I reckon I could make her a card. That way I wouldn't have to buy her anything.

I'm going through my notes and typing them up. I think this movie is gonna be 200 pages long. Not really. Well, it might be close. I've gotta get back to doing what I do. Which isn't a whole hell of a lot.

I was feeding that stray cat back home. The black one. It had a kitten. I gave them milk and sat on the step while they drank. The mama was a tad skittish but that little black kitten was purring and rubbing against just about everything. I didn't get to love up on them before I left. Damn it to hell.