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Things that DON'T make you a little kitty cat:
Pointy ears
Slender nimble tail
Things that DO make you a little kitty cat:
Easily distracted
Lets you know you crossed a boundary immediately
Can't resist falling asleep in a warm lap
Is gonna fucking GET you >:3
So pretty and graceful and everyone loves you
Melts into a puddle if you scratch behind the ears
Pretends to be disinterested so you'll approach with your guard down
Fucking GETS YOU!!!!!!!!! >:3ā¬
Obsidian had his first check-up, this poor baby has ringworm and tapeworm. His eyes and the upper respiratory issues are from viral herpes, he will be on supplements his whole life and he is blind, if anything he can see shadows.
The vet was traumatic, he got a hematoma on his leg because he went nuts from the blood work. And he got his lukemia vaccine.
After we went and got a kittyccino, he enjoyed his whipped cream
Met my daughters boyfriend today. Not entirely pleased with his attitude. I disapprove
So recently at work, I found a shirt. An indigo shirt that I fell in love with because I had visions of what I could design on it. Thanks to my love of anchors and Wadanohara, it was an anchor design that rampaged through my mind. This was the beginning of the stencil craze. Drawing out my stencil with a reference, I ordered some spray paint and went for it. Canāt explain how happy I was when it actually WORKED. Next. With my current character love: Fukami, I thought to make a stencil based off of him. At first, the print was smudged and the eye was almost blacked out so I had to do some repairs (thanks to my mom. But that was just to use a sharpie to clean the edges. The stitching and all is me -w-). In the end, it succeeded ^^ and then I had ANOTHER idea. I havenāt made a choker in a while so I thought of the idea āSailorās kittenā as a theme. I tried going with the usual sailor colour scheme but that just didnāt work (I donāt have all the colours) so I improvised~ Pastel Sailorās kitten! Aaaaaand after that, one LAST idea. An outfit. Ta da! Idk where imma wear it but hopefully it screams to the world whoās fangirl I am now eheheh ( ̄ā ̄)šš))
My wits do in fact have an end.
I like to think I'm a pretty patient person. I can tolerate quite a bit. And even if I can't, I suffer silently. However, I don't know how much longer I can be quiet. Unfortunately, when I do reach that point what comes out is not always pretty... nor rational, let alone nice. I'm working two jobs. One four days a week, totally 20 hours. The second is five days a week at a variable amount of time, probably around another 20 hours. So I essentially have a full-time schedule. Here's the catch: despite having a full time job I live below the poverty line. I don't make what 40 hours at my first job would amount to if heaven forbid I were still at minimum wage. The short version of this is that I work a lot. There are upsides but we're focusing on the negatives here, okay? So now we know I work a lot. I live with someone who works one job, at the same place as my second job (the one with flexible hours). They have no mode of transportation so now instead of making their own hours they follow my hours.... which are considerably less than what this person worked when they could go to work on their own because guess what.... I have a second job. Less work is being done on their part, no doubt. Also because they have no way to get to work except me, they have decided they can work from home. None of the rest of us have the luxury of getting to do that. I know that personally I would not be very productive while surrounded by my own things. While I realize everyone is different, my own tendencies make me wary of how much work they are doing on these at-home days. And it's frustrating. Not only that. Very few people can (or would) not go into work (or "work from home" in this case) because they didn't get much sleep the night before. Instead, most people buck the fuck up and suffer through that day. Just because we have no HR or authority type presence does not mean you can take it easy because you didn't sleep much one night. You pump yourself full of caffeine and get through the damn day like every-fuckin-body else. It keeps going. If you're at home most of the day, no doubt taking breaks here and there, would it kill you to do a chore every now and again? I'm sure it wouldn't. Unload the dishwasher. It takes five minutes tops. Heaven forbid, clean the fucking toilet that constantly reeks (and it don't do so because of me). Not only do I have five or less hours after work before I need to be in bed. I'm also tasked with doing most of the cleaning and straightening up. Some people might be okay with living in a cluttered, mildly filthy residence but I am not. It makes my head cluttered and I have a bad time in general. It is endlessly frustrating to know there's chores that need doing and not having the energy to do them in what little spare time you have, especially when there is someone capable sharing the same space. We have just scratched the surface here but I believe my time has run out for now. No? Half an hour past when my shift has started and the key holder still hasn't showed? Mmmkay let's keep going. Clearly the people in my life have a tendency to suck. I understand that some people lack social skills and social awareness. I understand that some people are considered disabled or mentally handicapped either due to this or being the reason for this. However, as someone who is not on the autism spectrum, living with someone who might be is taxing at times. They say insulting things without seeming to care. They answer questions that weren't directed at them. They do and talk about things without thinking about whether their company shares their interests. Most of the time I can go along with it. I can shoulder the hurt feelings and mild annoyances. Lately, this has not been the case. I am at the point where I am feeling the need to speak my mind about the nature of what this person says. Or try to make it obvious that I don't care about what they're showing me/talking about instead of feigned interest. I usually only dismiss those things I'm shown if I am upset by them, for one reason or another. Frankly, I'm getting tired of being mostly around people who don't have their shit together, most notable people whose shit-not-togetherness affects my life or my partner's life. It's not necessarily any unavoidable circumstances that keep their shit from being together, either. It is their inability to see the best course of action or the inability to take that best course of action. "Best" here being the most rational choice or the one that ends with the least amount of grief for themselves and the people around them. I understand that "best" is ultimately subjective, though I cannot help but feeling like there would be a consensus on the "best"s in question. Alas. Now that I have typed out an ode to my irritations, using all sorts of overly formal sentence structure and language, it is at last time to do my job. But now I've lost an hour of my time and pay. Happy Friday.