A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

Disclaimer

I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Chaucer Update

Looks like he was bit. Whether or not it was Pickle or a bug or something is unknown, but they popped his lip and sent me home with some antibiotics.

Poor kitty

Chaucer gets to go to the vet this morning because his lower lip (do cats even have lips?) is all swollen up. It was a little noticeable last night, and this morning it’s a lot puffier, so he’s going to get it checked out. He’s not a happy camper and is sitting across the room as though he knows what’s going on.

Eat your heart out, Fergie.

“My junk! My junk! My lovely, manly bumps!” — Eddie wearing nothing but a towel in the living room.

all that work, wasted.

Last night Pickle painstakingly moved a pile of her food piece by piece to a spot under the bed. This morning I went into the bedroom and found Chaucer chowing down like he’d just found the greatest thing in the world. He’ll be happy to know that she’s started the pile again tonight.

lol

“If God wanted you to be straightedge, He wouldn’t have created alcohol and whores.” — Ed McBride in response to an edge-related license plate last weekend

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