Life When they call me crazy, I get hazy don’t they know that I love getting stoned hey Shawshank, March 4, 2026 Welp, we’re awake here. Crystal has probably been up for at least an hour. I’ve been up on and off since around 5:50ish. But I’ve been able to doze in the minutes that Pod wasn’t 4x4ing across my body, or climbing the screen, or using with me, or the edge… Continue Reading
Life Ain’t the last time I’ll show up drunk enough to throw a punch Shawshank, March 3, 2026 Its been a morning so far here. Podrick and I aren’t talking this morning. He knows just how to push my buttons. Every time. The coffee has been brewed, and is currently being consumed. I don’t even know what to write this morning. I’m tired, and I’m struggling to come… Continue Reading
Life Pretend you’re not a mess, be the happy family in the front pew Shawshank, March 2, 2026 Podrick got me up a little early this morning. He had the straw out of one of Crystal’s water jugs. I took it, but I know if I tried to go back to bed, he would escalate. It’s was 6:30. I had already been up once, maybe 20 minutes earlier…. Continue Reading
Life Somebody had to set a bad example teach all the prim and propers what not to do Shawshank, February 27, 2026 Good morning my friends. I hope y’all are staying classy, because all y’all are classy bitches. We’re up, and out of bed a little early this fine Friyay morning: Podrick. ‘Nuff said. Plus, in addition to Podrick, it was wicked warm in the bed, and I’m still all stuffed up…. Continue Reading
Life I’ve been thinking about setting my house on fire Shawshank, February 25, 2026 Oh lawd, 4:30 came early this morning. You know what came earlier? 4:18. That’s when I rolled out of bed this morning. I had to be at work for 5:30. I got up, and noticed the cats weren’t around anywhere. I looked in the bathroom, and they were snuggled on… Continue Reading
Life She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take Shawshank, February 22, 2026 The forces of the morning (and Podrick) tire me from my slumber early this morning. I tried ignoring him. I really did. Finally I put him out of the bedroom, and listened to him throwing his shoulder against the door like a Terminator, and I was John Conner. Eventually, he… Continue Reading