Oh dear. Today, for reasons best known to myself, I have listened to Cradle of Filth from the moment I awoke and still am now. Also, I ate a whole jar of pickled ginger. Not sure which is the culprit, but am feeling a bit odd.
Halloween was very fun this year. Zombies, fireworks and music. I want to start backcombing my hair, painting my face and wearing fairy wings all year round.
The cats are having a terrible fight on top of a book case. I told them that violence is not the answer but they did not listen. Speaking of which, I am destined to continue on the path to becoming a fully-fledged crazy cat lady*, I think. For example, the other night while out, someone held onto me, put their face three centimetres away from mine and said "I am here to find a girlfriend". Good gods, is this the method people are using now?
*"single women who own cats have long been associated with the concept of spinsterhood. In more recent decades, the concept of a cat lady has been associated with "romance-challenged (often career-oriented) women who can't find a man".
The term is also used to denote an animal hoarder who keeps large numbers of cats without having the ability to properly house or care for them. They are generally blissfully ignorant about their situation."
*"single women who own cats have long been associated with the concept of spinsterhood. In more recent decades, the concept of a cat lady has been associated with "romance-challenged (often career-oriented) women who can't find a man".
The term is also used to denote an animal hoarder who keeps large numbers of cats without having the ability to properly house or care for them. They are generally blissfully ignorant about their situation."
Okey dokey, here is evidence of the weekend. Brace yourself, there is a lot (all in colour, too!)
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