Hello cat owners, I have a question: does your cat or do your cats like to hang out near your computer or laptop while you’re on it? Like, right smack on top of your keyboard or mouse? The way that Peachy aka Cockroach Breaf does (and Bobby, too, even though he’s too old for that)? She’s obviously not doing that in these photos here— but if you look up and see my Flickr feed, first photo from the left? Uh-huh.
Meow. I lovesh my baby kitteh. That’s all.
Because Allah was scammed by a Toys R Us salesman into buying kites, we spent today at the UP Sunken Garden having a picnic and flying kites.
Okay, so I didn’t actually fly a kite. Truth be told, Joan and I chose to sit our asses on the sleeping bag and watch Allah and Drew run around and socialize with the kids. I ate, Joan spilled water all over the sleeping bag and on the crotch of my jeans.
Anyway. Pictures.
A-HA! HELGA THE WEBER, CAUGHT CHANGING OUT OF HER JEANS
AND INTO A SKIRT IN PUBLIC!
My curls have loosened and have turned into nice, natural-looking waves now. This is how I originally wanted them, when I plopped down on a salon chair last Wednesday and had the stylist show me a Joss Stone picture out of a magazine. Of course, three hours later, when they finally took out the curlers and rinsed away the chemicals (and the assistants started calling me Marimar, meh) to reveal Brook White-ish curls, I changed my mind.
The tight curls are gone and I want them back. Why can’t I ever be satisfied.
You know your life sucks when you’re 22 and you’re still doing shit you used to do when you were 16. In my case, IT’S FUCKING LARA CROFTING MY WAY INSIDE “MY” HOUSE.
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Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. More?
