I can now add “grave digging” to my LinkedIn skill set.
My cat died. I had to dig her grave and bury her today.
I know, it’s so ridiculous, it’s just beyond hurt.
I don’t want to talk about it just yet.
On the sexy/MIsty side of things…
Through a series of unfortunate events, s/he isn’t coming over tonight, and I may not see her/him at all this weekend.
I’m getting drunk. Drunkity drunk drunk. And I’m sad. I really would love his/ her hugs right now. And her cock somewhere naughty…
FUCK death. FUCK the gods that won’t serve him/her up to me on a silver platter. FUCK. And FUCK again. W. T. F.