Fuck a bunch of Christmas.

~ goes back to her den ~

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Woke at 3:30 this morning to a dream I forced myself to remember, I hope. I dreamed the woof came to meet me and we were going to a street fair downtown. While we were there, we ran into my cousin and her girlfriend and just hung out. He received a phone call while we were all sitting at a table. He looked up at me and said "well, guess my fun is ( Read more... )

So why is everyone surprised that I am "in good spirits"? Should I be sitting around depressed about things I once had and don't any more? I can't live my life like that. I have too much to be thankful for to sit around and cry in my cocoa. Every end is a new beginning. Little did I know how appropriate my phoenix tattoo would be when I got it. It ( Read more... )

So I am sitting here downloading music and watching vh1classic metal mania when the woof pops in. I start reminiscing about my big-haired, glammetal chic days and the music that I listened to back in the day. This, in turn made me think about the person I used to be, before real life kicked in. I had the world by the balls and I lead it around. I ( Read more... )

Cold weather is only good for one thing ... snuggling. My woof disagrees cuz he likes to ski. I'll be in the lodge, by the fire, sipping cocoa hun, you enjoy the snow. This vixen grew up with snow and had enough of it. Besides, as Perro said, I am built for extreme yiffing. I think I would kill myself on skis. This weather makes me want to live ( Read more... )

How does my woof know exactly what to say and do to calm his vixen? Perhaps it is the fact that his words and actions are heartfelt, meant to soothe, not appease. ~ shrugs and smiles ~ all I know is that I am very lucky to have him in my life. I miss him more with each day that passes, though I know his heart is with me ( Read more... )

The turkey is in the oven, the pumpkin pie is cooling, the bread is baking ... Sounds like a Norman Rockwell moment ( Read more... )

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I should be losing my shit in theory, but for some reason, I am ok. Have I lost my marbles or do I just know that deep-down, everything is going to be ok? That all things happen for a reason ... when one door closes, another opens ... all things in time... all the things I believe in are coming to pass? Skunk teaches you to walk your talk. Perhaps ( Read more... )