Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by TheChosenOne, Jun 28, 2014.
*nods at Myridean and smiles*
What is this real life you are talking about?
I'm in a period of mourning for the loss of my cat (not the one in my profile picture although she will be going to the vet's this Friday, screaming like a banshee no less). Pele was sent back into the arms of her namesake, the Hawaiian Goddess of Fire, to be carried over the rainbow bridge to Summerland 2 weeks ago today. So, I have to find out if the virus that caused the cancer in Pele has been transmitted to my other one or not. Sharing bowls, litter boxes and sleeping spots in common for over 11 years, there is still a low risk of infection but I'm still baffled how even my first cat got the virus in the first place except perhaps Pele had it in utero from her mother. (Her brother had to be put down as well earlier this year due to a tumor in his brain.)
Am I creepy to comment on locations of agents?
(Also didn't feel like this was relevant anywhere haha.)
I'm alright, though I'm constantly busy recently. weekend is in ...10 hours for me. no class friday.
I'll take that drink TCO...
I'm gonna need it for the next couple days.
I am also not going to school on friday. Thank god for weekends.
*offers Grim a glass of True Oblivion*
Follow up report: I wasn't able to take Persephone to the vet today. She went practically feral as soon as I brought out the carrier. Had to cancel appointment. Current score: Persephone: 1 Myridean: 0
I will try to reschedule next week and will be using more drastic methods to get her into her box. In the meantime, a sweet alcoholic drink would be really good right now. Strawberry Margarita perhaps?
I was skimming new posts without really paying much attention, and read this:
<--- Yeah, that cute little kitty sleeping on my keyboard at 3 months is the Dr. Jekyll. The cat when she's not sleeping and is in a bitchy mood half the time had shown us her Mr. Hyde today. -.-
You can't really blame her. I tend to be in a pretty bitchy mood when someone wakes me up and tries to shove me in a box without giving me fruity cocktails first, too.
Probably didn't help I was booping your nose all the while, either.
Now that definitely requires fruity cocktails.
(although I suppose a nice single malt might also be acceptable)
*drinks, proceeds to wake up three to 5 days later*
Good evening. I am drunk. I blame the white wine. I do sometimes enjoy sundays.
<--- Goes to an arts school.
Got a play to start working on, poems to write, Biology to study, projects to do (not due until Jan tho) and most of all; I have to do some technicalities with writing.
Damn, feels good to be a gangster.
Fun fact: I'm also sick today
*sits at a table, puts a chisha on it and starts smoking*
- Stars are singing tonight, you better listen.
*takes some of the smoke and looks at the ceiling, looks like he's gone*
i wish i was that drunk and working.
boss on the art school. sounds fun. no fun on sick, but im sure you'll get better.
May i take a hit?
*a pipe mysteriously rolls on the table for Grim to reach, Zekh seems to approve as well, blowing some smoke while admirating an oddly shiny, noisy and colorful illusive sky above him*
*laughs and lights a Marlboro*
Stop teasing me with those cigs!
Happy Thanksgiving, United Statesians. May your turkeys, turduckens, tofurkeys and turthulhus be succulent.
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