We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn Shawshank, January 7, 2023 I’ll get us rubber sheets. We’ll smell like a balloon. People will pay for that. Shawshank Yep, that’s me. You may be wondering how I got here. Good morning my friends, it’s a dark, warmish Saturday morning. According to my weather app, it’s supposed to get to 0°c today. That’s a big step. But, I don’t think that it’ll actually feel like the temp, there’s a bit of a breeze this morning. We’ve both been either fully awake, or lightly dozing since about six this morning. We played with Pippin, as Chaucer is just silently demanding food. So when the alarm went off, we both got up and started the day. Chaucer is trying to shit talk Pippin into playing with him. And lucky for him, Pippin took the bait. It’s so wonderful to see him playing, and being the one to start the fun and games. With no plans today, I don’t even have fixings to put deodorant on. I mean, I can go to the tiny grocery store and get what we need, I don’t even have to put on real clothes. That’s win-win, if you ask me. Moar coffee pls. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life If you can’t take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen. We on a mission October 12, 2022 Well howdy, friends. It’s a slightly bright, gray day out there. Still windy out. I think we have a couple of more windy days. BREAKING NEWS: Pippin snuck into bed this morning, and curled up and snuggled me. If the alarm had gone off this morning, that wouldn’t have happened…. Read More
Life But there’s no man as terrified as the man who stands to lose you October 22, 2024 I think that it’s Tuesday. I passed out again last night. But, I was up around 6ish, just to go to the bathroom. Then back to bed, and I passed out again, after I found my mask. Out. Like. A. Light. Work wasn’t too bad yesterday. There were three of… Read More
Life Everybody knows that you love me baby May 6, 2022 So I was just about at the climax of my dream; I was leading a rag tag group of people through a post apocalyptic winter wasteland of a town or suburbs, just about to the house that we had scouted out earlier. We were just about to safety. Beep beep… Read More
Good morning, world. Happy weekend. It’s yet another chilly morning. We’re up and about and have riled up the cats bright and early this morning. I gave them some catnip and a box. Their regularly scheduled morning romp has been upgraded to Supertromp. I tried to replicate Thursday night’s sleep last night. While I didn’t sleep all the way through the night, I made it most of the way through the night. I woke up at least twice in the middle of the night, let the music come back, then went back to sleep. Like yesterday, I think I woke up about an hour before the alarm went off. The cats snuggled on us. I woke up to $10 in sales overnight, and added another $5 before Shawshank could even top off my coffee. I’d love to see the average earnings of performers, if $15 pushes me up in the brackets that much. On the other hand, if you’re at the bottom, it’s not going to take much to make more than someone not selling anything at all. Our newest ongoing joke in the house is “that costs extra”. It doesn’t matter what that refers to, it always costs extra. There’s also a variation, “people will pay for that, you know”. Case in point, he flung his leg over my pelvis this morning and I made him move it off my bladder. “That costs extra”, I told him, “and we don’t have the special sheets“. We don’t have to go anywhere today. I’ll get dressed and do human things, but only because the weather’s supposed to be nice enough for me to go out and spin. Mostly, we’ll be sloths. Reply