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.

Thanks to staffing woes at the Billings airport on Friday, it took an hour for the luggage to get loaded onto the plane. Add the extra time for de-icing, it completely messed with my travel day. It was supposed to be BIL-MSP-LAX where I landed in LA by 5:30. Instead it was BIL-MSP-DTW-LAX where I landed in LA at 12:15 a.m. 1/1. Fortunately Delta took care of all of the rebookings by the time I landed in Minneapolis, so there were no headaches there fortunately. I mean, I did have my feet on the ground in all the time zones in the continental US, so I guess that is something. Anyhow, let’s just say I’m tired and don’t really have the desire to think too hard about the year that was.

+ Despite not traveling internationally, I did go to: Montana twice (January and just this past week); Baton Rouge/New Orleans; Minnesota/Wisconsin/Michigan; California Central Coast; Death Valley.

– After being teased about being able to move out of state thanks to being permanently working from home, was told that a hybrid working model was desired. So after thinking about moving to Wyoming or Montana has now been killed.

+ Went on a slutty rampage. Well, slutty for me since I never was all that slutty to begin with (despite my intentions.)

+ Kept improving my finances. This all goes to the realization that I probably won’t die any time soon, so now I guess all of the adulting shit I have needed to do I must do now. As much as I loathe the system, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be dismantled any time soon. So here’s me trying to play the game.

I guess all in all it wasn’t a bad year for me.

Although I am trying to play things off as cool and detached and say that I’m merely hoping that 2022 will maybe be a better year, I am actually looking forward to this year. We’ll see what happens.

I’m acting like my time here in California is coming to an end. Even though I haven’t finalized anything, I guess it is ending even though part of me is still in denial. I’m trying to take some day trips to places around here I have yet to visit.

Looking through my camera roll, and I realized I didn’t share many pictures from my trip up the California coast. Madd and I rented a Mustang convertible spent two days in Cambria and two in Monterey.

I’m going to miss California. Actually does anyone want to marry me and buy me a house here in LA so that I don’t have to move away? Don’t worry. I put out.