Funny story, usually when you go to delete a Kindle book it’s asks like “are u sure?” But for this book it was like my kindle couldn’t free itself quick enough. No warning, just like “oh thank god, I’ve been waiting for this”

Is this the Britney/Kristen Stewart mashup I need?

I’ve been keeping my mind busy, learning actionable skills and survival stuff. I am learning foraging, growing food, I’ve made a real decision to not reserve my happiness for retirement, as that day isn’t guaranteed but today is. I convert the worry into little reminders about how today is the most important time to do the thing. I live immediacy and radical self reliance. I recycle, upcycle, reuse, buy second hand, adopt, occasionally dumpster dive, and reduce my negative impact on the planet. I donate to charities that help people in crisis, so more people can enjoy today while they have it. Also, instead of anxious, I get high.

After working overseas, I went travelling. I tried to book in at a popular hostel but it was booked up, and the second best one only had co-ed dorms. Booked into one of those and the dude in the room greeted me with “THIS ROOM IS FULL, MY FRIENDS ARE IN THOSE BUNKS, SORRY”. I went back to the desk to check and they told me two people left that morning. I went back and told him “your friends left you, I’m your friend now”. Later I bought beers and offered him one. We played cards. We eventually kissed a bit. I went home to the UK.

6 months later I saw a ridiculously cheap flight and booked it. Told him, and wasn’t sure he’d come meet me at the airport, but he was waiting at the bottom of the escalator. We spent two weeks together and it was magical. I flew home again and decided to return in the summer. For the next two years I flew back and forth until eventually we moved in. Six years later we married in the park where we took our first walk together. We posed for photos in the dorm where we met. This year we got tattoos, both with a little symbol to represent the room number.

I’d travel the world 600 times over to find him if I had to. At our wedding I talked about how saying yes to opportunities led me to him, and I still believe strongly in the power of yes. I love him so much.

Melon pees in the bath, Snuggles licks plastic bags, and Franny has chronic snot rockets. I love them all endlessly.

Woah. Yeah this is fascinating shit. I kinda like the husbands style tbh, I’d defo ask for my hubs skull back to display if it was an option (which it definitely isn’t, as he’s alive).

I have so many questions but I’m high, so, can you just write more about your job please? I’m fascinated.

We use it for our friend group, as we have pub nights, group meals, vacations etc. we also all do each other’s cat care when we’re out of town, so we have a channel devoted to pet photos etc. works well enough for us.

He’s got the friendliest face omg

Cat 1: adopted from someone on Reddit who had taken in a preggo stray.
Cat 2: adopted from a shelter, was found in a hoarder house.
Cat 3: adopted from a shelter, was found in a Penske truck.
Foster cat: appeared on our window ledge, theory is she was dumped with her litter outside the pet shop nearby.

I’m anticipating more rescues in our future because people are selfish assholes who think spaying is cruel, but are totally ok with overpopulating the world with cats that don’t receive adequate care and often die lonely.

High as balls cat 3 (Fran) after her gabapentin fueled vet day.

And they smile like fucking maniacs.

Subbed. Will add some posts

Omg I’m high and assumed you were all making a joke about useless phone features. But it actually DOES have a thermometer!

Everyone is excited for your new community, but not enough to ever contribute.

I play American mahjong, is that allowed over there?

I moved from the UK in my early 20s, prior to that I was young and stupid, so I neglected to vote there. Then I moved to America and started the green card process, and didn’t feel it was right to vote for things back in the UK as it wasn’t my home anymore and it wasn’t my place to say what should happen there. I finally naturalized around a decade after I moved here, and immediately signed up to vote. I actually cried at the polling station because I was so happy to vote for the first time ever!

I read that as “I spend my time at TARGET”

Less. Maybe once every few weeks. It feels like a chore, lots of porn is abusive, derogatory, just very male oriented. I want hardcore but consensual, I don’t want to see cum flipping every which way, I don’t want fake moans and dudes ego-slapping their cocks. All of this to say, I want good, hard porn, but not that porn.

Luckily my imagination is good, so just a good story or image is enough of a baseline for me. Also, super lame to say, but my best wank bank material is good sex with my husband. I think about that a lot.

Just got back off vacation to an absolutely heaving vegetable garden, thanks to my automated rain barrel watering system. So pumped that it actually worked! Gonna go harvest a bunch of tomatoes and cucumbers today. Also my mint wine is ready to go into secondary fermentation so I’m looking forward to that!

I felt this way too, but my husband guilted me into sticking with it and I’m super glad he did, we had SO much fun playing split screen. I’m the type of person who has to look at the controller to see which one triangle is to give you some idea of my adeptness.