Life I can’t even fucking cap no more, this is a really dark time for me Shawshank, January 12, 2025 I slept like the dead. I don’t think I moved too much in the night. I was pretty much out as soon as my head hit the pillow. That’s the thing with weekends off, after two nights my body just relaxes. But don’t worry, it’s Sunday today. Time to start… Continue Reading
Life So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways just use me up and then you walk away Shawshank, January 11, 2025 I’m awake. The Beautiful One let me sleep in again. Hopefully, she got to sleep a little later than normal? But she weals probably up early as per usual. We took off to SlightlyBiggerTown yesterday morning. We hit all of our usual spots, with one deviation: the fabric store. We… Continue Reading
Life Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the system Shawshank, January 10, 2025 Good Friyay morning my friends. I have The Beautiful One sitting next to me, Chaucer in between us, and the tiny Pippin lounging on top of me. It doesn’t look to windy out there yet. It’s supposed to start to snow sometime today. The forecast has been changing a little… Continue Reading
Life I’m looking for a man in finance trust fund, 6’5″, blue eyes Shawshank, January 9, 2025 Chore day yesterday was a success yesterday. Laundry and brunch went off without a hitch. All the clothes are fresh and clean. And everything put away before our future selves ahead to take care of it. A little new years present for us. It’s warmer out there, but is supposed… Continue Reading
Life Midnight, and I’m a-waitin’ on the twelve-oh-five Shawshank, January 8, 2025 The Beautiful One let me sleep in. I was able to ignore Chaucer in full asshole mode this morning. Repeatedly. For a cat that never makes a sound sure loves to scream just as we go to sleep, and again when he thinks we should get up. Good times. Work… Continue Reading
Life I really can’t stay baby, it’s cold outside Shawshank, January 7, 2025 It was a tossy turny night last night. I just couldn’t really find a comfortable position. Then there was Chaucer singing as we were falling asleep. I’d like to hope that he eventually made it up on the bed. I don’t think it was up when I got up around… Continue Reading