Yeah, that's not a very nice thing to say... I realise that now. Yet, this was a very popular word for a while on deviantart, mr V used to blurt it out quite often.
However, I was taking this picture to show my troll off.. and he sort of dodged the camera.. I wonder if it could be because I have supernaturally bad eye sight. He looks doped up, but I assure you, he isn't. He might have gotten into the kitty toilet, that's the strongest thing we have in the house at this time.
For some reason, M thought it was a brilliant plan, to keep the kitty toilet in the kitchen. We have the kitchen combined with the living room, and it's a larger area than half the apartment/house (can't make my mind up)
Most of the time, the little darling is clean and conceited, and we have no problems sticking our noses in and around her fur and babble high pitched jibberish into it, thinking that it will make her happy, when really it's probably something we do because we don't have children. (over thinking this much? something i do on all topics? yuss)
BUT, kitty also have a naughty side. This is when she's suddenly gone for a few hours, not to be seen or heard of, bringing mommy and daddy to an outraging state of concern. When our angel finally comes home, she has the nerve to not pay any attention to us what so ever. Scars all over. Hungry and thirsty, and weirdly coloured spots in her fur. When she's eaten like she's been gone for a week, she discovers the toilet. Tadaaaaaaa... Hell, she's been out for hours and not taken her prissy ass to a hole somewhere in nature?!! No, she has plant the most putrid of smells inside.. in the kitchen, while mommy is widening her eyes, going from "oh good, she's home"..to.. "Noooooooo!"
It stinks.. I'm sitting in front of the computer with random objects i found on the table, jammed up my nostrils. I'm thinking of pushing them a bit further in, and get to be excused from work for a week because of surgery.
I was going to sleep.. 3 hours ago, and it's not working very well. I've tried drawing, but it only ends up in half finished sketches.
Every day, I find reasons that would, if i had such power, make me murder all humans in order to save bunnies, puppies and unicorns.
But last week, I slipped on to a blog, written by a swedish "footballer's wife", she even gives her blog that name. I.. loathe football. Anyone who knows me, know that I frown at the mention of it. I don't mind people playing with a ball. I did plenty of that when I was younger, and I miss an exciting game of ice hockey now and again.
But the hype! The hype.. the endless first page news of the "Dream Goal" or how the audience this week is going to punish the players of a certain team by being quiet for 15 minutes in the beginning of a game, so that the players can "feel what the fans feel" .. the disappointment this season.. the trust they have in the players.. is almost gone.. cry, bitch, bitch, moan.. blaadibla
It's a game!!! Try as you might, people, but just because you have this yearning to go grab axes and swords and fight battles.. Football is not life and death, and will never actually have the same meaning as winning your home back from the rule of another country.
Hence, I wrinkle my nose at football. I have some good friends who enjoy watching that stuff, and as long as they don't take a day off because their team lost and their soul died because of it, I'll allow it :P
But yeah, this footballer's wife woman, person, is fantastic. Which, of course means, that she thinks like I do, Have almost the exact opinions and values that I have. But she writes it all down in this.. fantastic way. I love reading it. I love reading about her spilling coffee and the immediate reaction of this.
She still have this fascination over new shoes though.. which I can't understand.
I wear shoes until they hurt, or break. Then I buy a new pair, and wear them until they hurt, or break. I've owned, perhaps 12 pairs in 25 years. I am still a woman. I check daily.
