Instead of a cup being half-full or half-empty, can it just be empty?
Sweetheart made her way back to California. Some crazy times were had, and now, much like my empty coffee mug, my apartment is void of... anything. Here are the last batch of pictures from her trip:
My housemate LOVES graphic novels. <3.
and being contemplative at Voodoo Doughnuts.
Sweetheart just likes my tits.
and ass. (if you haven't caught on by all the photos I've posted, I've been groped in every which way by Sweetheart more times than Paris Hilton spews out the phrase "that's hot"... I'm totally not joking)
Shannon got her back though... and I think Sweetheart liked it.
Sweetheart took this picture of me holding a cup of my life source. Without the flash, and me being too jittery for my own good, it's looks like I have wicked fast ninja hands... oh god, I can't believe I just said that. Shoot me?
Onto the generalities of my life...
I don't dress well at all. But then, I don't really care. I've been hit with an overwhelming wave of apathy as of late. How did I figure this one out? The other day at work, there was a creepy noise coming from outside. My co-workers were all scared, and were debating whether or not to call the cops. What do I do? I go and investigate the noise. Was I scared? No. The noise ended up being nothing more than a faulty heater. When I came back in, my co-workers looked at me with shocked faces and commented on my bravery. I don't really know how to explain this, but I guess I feel as though I've done what I needed to do with my life, and now all that's left is to ride it on through until the end. I've experienced heartache. I've experienced a deep and profound love. I've been successful in actually doing something with my life and living in such a way that strikes envy in the hearts of many (workaholics, deadbeats, and dreamers alike). I'm content with what I've accomplished in life, and I have absolutely no regrets. /end rant.
I've been hanging out with this lady a whole lot lately. She puts smiles on my face. I adore her!
and so does my cat.
Speaking of cat, here are is my "crazy cat lady" ramble session:
He ran out of my apartment the other day when my housemate let herself in. Sweetheart called me in a panic while I was at work because they had not seen, nor heard him in about half an hour (odd because my cat is an attention whore). When I got home, we went out to look for him, and there he was, roaming around at the bottom of the stairs outside of my apartment. He ran to us, and I decided to put on his collar for good. Since I've had him, I would only put his collar on when I'd take him out of the house (the vet, a friend's house, etc.) because I always felt that collars were a horrible display of ownership. And seeing as he's an indoor only cat, I never saw the purpose of tagging him as mine unless we stepped out of my house (where if something happened, I would want people to know that he is cared for by someone).
Anyway, he's such a fun subject to shoot. So here are more pictures:
He has a lot of energy, and he LOVES to make yarn webs around my chair and desk
(him without the flash)
This is actually the second time he's done this. The first time, I attempted to clean up the web and he freaked out. He stood over his mess, and frantically followed my hands with his eyes. When he saw that his web was coming undone, he swatted at my hand and sliced my finger open. Not fun. But from this, I learned that 1) don't keep yarn by my desk, 2) don't mess with his shit until he's moved on to play with something else, 3) fingers bleed a lot, and 4) fuck, kitten claws are sharp!
Onward!
I'm going to Canada on Monday with Lyxzen. We'll only be there for a couple of days, but it should be super rad times... aye
Emerald City Comic Con is coming up. I'll be there, along with a few hot ladies. If you're going to be there too, you should say hi. Yay for geek conventions!
More work to be done by Ryan Mason. I'm not going to spill the beans as to what I'm getting, so have patience. I'm sure you'll all get to see photos... eventually.
Mine and Lyxzen's road trip is coming up too. She will also be selling prints of herself, so feel free to click on the spoilers to see what's up:
Anyway, I have to get back to my laundry. Bleh.
Heavy heart mode kicking in,
Silencia
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Sweetheart just likes my tits. and ass. (if you haven't caught on by all the photos I've posted, I've been groped in every which way by Sweetheart more times than Paris Hilton spews out the phrase "that's hot"... I'm totally not joking
But That's Hot!