Good Morning, Kittens.
VUBOQ is shedding readers like his cat is shedding hair. FIVE FUCKING BRUSHFULS and, OMG, she needs to be BRUSHED again. GodDamn UnNaturally Warm February. The Fucking Crocuses (Croci?) will be coming up soon. GAH.
But, anyway, sorry about the slackass posts recently. VUBOQ's life is pretty much shit (except for the one diamond amongst the excrement, who we are referring to as CNTBD, apparently).
My unemployment benefits have ended ... with no notification that the Emergency Unemployment Compensation will be kicking in (although I might be hearing something about that soon).
I still have No Jobz.
Fortunately, I have teh Finances to live. And I will not bitch about my Monetary Situation until two things happen: (1) I can't afford catfood and (2) I can't afford gin.
Once that happens, it's the Motherforking Apocalpyse, Kittens. And you'd better be showing up at my door with bucketfuls of teh Cash.
I won't bitch, but it's still Bringing Me Down. *le sigh*
On the Bright Side (and, believe me, Kittens, there is *always* a Bright Side), pottery class start next Monday (Yayz!) AND I went rollerblading ...
for 5 Fucking Miles! Who rocks? Vuboq. Oh yeah.
I'm not quite sure where this is:
but it's where I turned around ... and, just prior to, I saw (at least) a 6-point buck.
I'm a little concerned that (a) being able to recognize a buck and (b) telling how many points it had might harm my Totally Gay Cred, but -Grrlz- I grew up in teh South and I used to teach in a school where 2/3 of the student body was absent on the first day of Hunting Season. I know of what I speak. *sigh* I am full of The Shame.
Look! Deer Trax:
And a little humor ...
I guess that's about it.
Today is 12 of 12. I might be able to post something later (however, I am going out for Thursday Evening Margaritas, so who knows?).
Until next time, *smooches*
and Hire me ;-)