Decorative Flower
Her Realm, Personal website and blog of Cole
May 13

My Cats Are Having Midlife Crises

I don’t know what else it could be.

Take Goliath, for example. He never used to be that vocal. He would chirp if he jumped between varying heights. He would squeak if you accidentally stepped on him, and he would growl as he carried toys around in his mouth.

Now, he’ll cry mournfully as he looks for a toy. As he carries it to me. As he drops it by me and waits for me to get out of the shower to throw it. He’ll whine for me to throw it even if he can’t see me and neither of us knows where it is. It’s pretty obnoxious.

Phantom has also become news kinds of annoying; although, he was always a bit annoying. He’s taken to dropping things such as expensive nail polish right off of tables and counters. He’ll grab papers from the mail slot on the fridge and try to eat them. Now, there are plenty of things — whining, knocking magnets down, clawing my boxspring — that he’s done for years. But these are new annoyances.

I love them but, come on now! You’d think that they’d be settled in their weirdness, and I could figure out what I need to do to live happily ever after with them.

Or not.


May 04

I Want A Stormtroopbear

See how fucking cute he is?

STORMTROOPEAR!

STORMTROOPEAR!

That is all.*

*I would also settle for Bearba Fett or Darth Vadebear.**

**It’s not really settling. They’re all pretty adorbz.***

***But I couldn’t think of a pun for Leia. )=


Mar 02

I didn’t blog at all last month.

Oops.

I did, however, meet a new guy. It didn’t work out. C’est la vie.

I finally took down my Christmas tree and decorations.

I made plans for a friend’s birthday this month and to see Panic! at the Disco next month.

I started working with a new client.

I got a credit card as part of my make-my-credit-awesome-and-buy-a-house-plan.

I cleaned up nail polish that my cat broke all over the floor. Twice.

I walked as many miles as the weather would let me. And then I sat around in pain as my ankle unexpected decidedly to hurt me. Walking hurts but not walking hurts more.

I played Ingress, albeit at a much slower pace. Level 11 is only 600k away or so!

I saw Deadpool.

I played a lot of Lord of the Rings Online. But now I’m over it.. for a while.

I decided to read more, and am working my way through at least three books. Keep up with me on Good Reads.

I forgot to pay 2/3 of my bills. Somehow. WTF.

I wrote some more poetry on my writing blog, Lyrical Musings.

I may also have a new theme idea for this blog!

So, yea, I didn’t blog last month.

But I got out of my comfort zone. I laughed and loved. I made my friends happy. I cuddled my cats. I lived.


Jan 28

10 Reasons I’m In Love with Darren Hayes

No reason, just silliness!

  1. His voice is the soundtrack to my formative years (and often reminds me of my best friend).
  2. He makes a hot clown.*
  3. He has an adorable accent.
  4. He’s funny and had a great podcast. (RIP).
  5. He’s multitalented.
  6. Have you seen his face?
  7. He likes Star Wars.
  8. I bet we could totally make inappropriate jokes together.
  9. Because he’d be a better husband than my ex.
  10. I am totally just a teenaged girl inside!

<3


Jan 18

This Is Why I Don’t Answer Doors

It’s cold, so I’ve been answering the back door for people more. I really don’t want to, but it annoys the fuck out of me when people pound on the door.

9 times out of 10, it’s someone who’s been locked out or the Fedex guy. The last time, though? It’s a doozy.

It’s a woman whose care has been stolen by her drug dealing baby daddy who is trying to visit someone in the building because her phone has no network or something. But that person isn’t home.

So she winds up sitting in my living room for an hour, calling a dozen different people on Ashe’s phone (because, again, hers doesn’t work), trying to get someone to come pick her up.

She calls her brother and baby daddy’s sister to complain and threaten to call the cops on this guy, who is most definitely on probation, and has taken her brother’s car for an out-of-state drug run.

I’m not making this shit up. I don’t even wish that I was because it’s such a weird story.

All her texting, calling and threatening does little, so she tries to get in touch with the guy’s PO, but it’s well after business hours, and I can tell by the sound of her voice that she doesn’t like the option and isn’t actually going to follow through by visiting the police station in the morning.

She finally gets someone to pick her up, leaves. But then she comes back because the guy who fathered her children — an error in judgment, if you ask me — hasn’t showed up. So she returns to my living room.

Meanwhile, Ashe and I can’t believe this is happening or how rude she is. She hasn’t introduced herself before using Ashe’s phone. She hasn’t apologized for invading my space, and she doesn’t say “Thank you, ” as far as I can remember.

Keep it classy, lady. You’re a reminder of who I don’t want to be.. and why I should just let people freeze to death outside.


Skip to toolbar