The problem with politicians is that they are so removed from reality, they do and say some fucked up shit because the worst thing that happens is they don’t get reelected. Like I don’t understand this Russian invasion of Ukraine because the Russians don’t want it, the Ukrainians don’t want it, the Russian-speaking folk of Ukraine don’t want it. Just that beady-eyed oddly waxed almost septuagenarian Vladimir Putin. When’s the last time someone just decked him?

Then there’s Texas governor Greg Abbott who decided to classify gender-affirming care for trans youth as child abuse. This is the same asshole who argued that Texas should still ban same-sex marriages, who wants to force incest victims to give birth to their own siblings, who doesn’t believe in winterizing infrastructure. Since he’s not using his legs, maybe someone should chop them off and beat him with them.

Even though we’re still in a pandemic and mask mandates are lifting, I don’t know why people think Covid is done and not masking up. It’s like all of us fagolas going condomless with the advent of PReP even though lovely drug-resistant strains of syphilis and other STDs are starting to run rampant.

That’s mostly why I just tend to ignore all of this shit and just stay in my lane now since I’ll go insane with rage if I think too hard about it.

Hitler wanted to united the German people after their territorial losses post WWI, so Germany just started invading and annexing lands. Putin after the collapse of the USSR wanted to unite the Russian people here in the 21st century, so he has started invading and annexing lands. So here we are: Putin invades Ukraine in the name of mother Russia. Ukraine is fighting for their sovereignty. Putin started an air attack on the capital in Kyiv and the eastern city of Kharkiv.

Are we now seeing WWIII?

I hear all the time that those who lock themselves in their homes are anxiety-riddled messes and need tons of therapy to get out into the world again. So I wonder if there is something wrong with me.

If I didn’t have to go to the market, I could easily spend all of my time in my apartment over the weekends. I have food in here. I can reach out to family and friends if need be. I have a home gym. So I don’t have to leave my apartment. In fact I prefer not to leave the manse.

But I don’t think I’m an anxiety-riddled mess. Sure I have some low-level anxiety that comes from living in this hypercapitalist American state, although I am doing much better than a lot of folks. When I do leave my apartment, I am fine being in public. I do schedule vacations to get away and travel. So I don’t think it’s all that unhealthy that I stay in. Right?

I guess there may be some flags raised that I don’t want a partner, don’t want kids, and love living by myself. But that doesn’t bother me. It may bother others, but I’m fine.

So no. I guess there is nothing wrong here. Of course, who knows if I am in severe denial?

I didn’t know I would get Monday off, so what did I do to celebrate? Sleep. I don’t why I was so tired today, but I was falling asleep during lunch on my couch and then after I logged off work I just crash in bed for a couple of hours. I’m trying to stay up past 10 tonight, but my awfully comfy bed is making a very strong argument otherwise.

Texting with Madd last night, I told her I want to go whale watching sometime soon. Hopefully we do it before I go off to Berlin.

What is the best way to find the horniest industrial bopping playlists?

Sure things have been uneventful around here. Being an official employee of the Mouse^TM has not been what I expected. I was bracing for the worst from them, but surprisingly everything has been smooth. I got a promotion which involved another couple of pennies per week which won’t affect me financially one way or another. But the best part is having a good boss and being a part of a team that has made me and my team welcome. Funny enough it’s been the Hulu team that has made things difficult for the last month. But things are starting to calm down a bit, and with my new team’s help things are coming to some sort of normal.

My new cats Baptiste and Mercy whom are better known as Bubbas and Mommas basically have full reign of the apartment. They go where they want, and they’ve totally stolen my heart. Bubbas is the more adventurous one and more of the people pleaser while Mommas is more cautious. Both will run and hide under my bed when a stranger comes into the apartment, but Bubbas will emerge first to investigate. My only complaint about them is how messy they are with the litter and how they want to eat everything I eat. But other than that, they are the best mood stabilizers I have.

We’ll see how they deal with my absence coming up on my birthday weekend. I have planned a quick trip to Berlin, so we’ll see if they retaliate by pissing all over my furniture. I still remember how Kiko would get so mad at me for leaving for a weekend she would piss on my bed everyday for a week while I was at work.

Late last year I went on a slutty binge where I had sex with quite a few people. Not at the same time unfortunately, but it was quite a lot of sex by my standards.

Although I do different things with these guys, I am consistent in letting them know that I need to plan these hook ups and that it can only be done on the weekends. I don’t think it’s too much to ask since I am a working girl and I want to make sure things are clean when we meet up.

On Tuesday “Ezra” texts me to hook up. He fucked me pretty good the one time we hook up and ended up cumming on my face. So since then we’ve been trying to meet up but couldn’t make it work. Either it was a weekday, I already had a hookup scheduled, I went on vacay, I was out with Madd.

I told him I couldn’t do it on Tuesday, but he could come over today. And then I sent the puppy-eyed sad face emoji. “Ezra’s” response:

U obviously don’t wanna meet. No one reply like that if he’s interested

I didn’t respond to that because, excuse me? I have my life I have to get through, and while sex is great it’s not my highest priority. Like Tori Amos sang in “Precious Things”: So you can make me cum, that doesn’t make you Jesus.

This is not going to become a kitten blog. No. Well, this blog is about me and my life, and Baptiste and Mercy are a part of my life, so I guess it’s natural they pop up here. And shit, this is my first week of owning them. Or, should I say more appropriately, this is their first week in owning me. Here are my used phrases:

• “You are such a silly kitty.”
• “Why are you clawing my chair?”
• “Food time!”

When I first brought them home Saturday, they were anxious and just wanted to hide. Although they started exploring more, they were still anxious about things. Baptiste was growling and hissing at his sister Mercy, something their fosters didn’t mention at all. But by Monday, Baptiste (aka, Bubula, aka Bubba) had fully gotten at ease and stopped growling and hissing. Mercy (aka Mamala, aka Mimos) is still wary of me but has stopped running in fear at the sight of me. She has started to play fight with her brother now. I forget what it’s like learning about cats’ personalities, and it’s so much fun seeing them open up.

So besides trying to keep these two beings entertained, fulfilled, and most importantly alive, it’s been a busy time at work. As much as I vowed to not be a meeting person, the weight of responsibility and mouse ears have made me renege on the promise which makes me sad. We’re only week 2 into the new year and transition, so we’ll see how it proceeds.