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 I know you’re cravin’ some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice June 18, 2024 Good morning my friends. It’s a new work week. Well, yesterday was the start of the new work week, but it was a bonus day, as I’ll be working on Saturday (yay). It’s all good. The coffee has been brewed, and everyone’s favourite alarm went off two minutes before the… Read More
Life He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks May 17, 2023 Good smokey morning. The smoke from the forest fires the next province over have reached here. It’s smokey. Link…Link, the blood moon rises again… I was up a little early this morning. Not too long before the alarm went off, I was snuggly warm and so comfortable. I dozed until… 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