This is one of my babies, Axl. She is a girl. One of my husband's roommates named her when she was a kitten w/out checking for harbls first. She's about 18yo.


Earlier this year, she had surgery to remove a tumor from her chest. I was a terrified mess at the time, but she pulled thru with flying colors. As soon as the anesthesia wore off, she was jumping up and down off the couch like a kitten despite my best efforts to stop her. Unfortunately, she has a couple more tumors, and I'm getting ready to take her to the vet to discuss whether surgery again is viable. I don't want to make her suffer because I'm too selfish to let her go, but if he thinks the chances are good I'm going to go for it. I'm not so upset this time because I've already had all this extra time with her that I didn't think I was going to have. There's plenty of time to be pissed at Death after she's gone.



Sigh...

So, back in 2006 when I dipped my toes in the water here, I didn't really enjoy the "blogger" experience. Let's ignore the fact that I couldn't figure out how to post images. The truth is I just don't know how to relax. My writing is wooden, and the repetitive IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII drives me nuts. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIi'm selfconscious and antisocial.
So over on livejournal I mostly post images and videos as a way of communicating a bit. I have a few friends who possibly view me with trepidation (yep, paranoid as well).

So let's see, still working at a pawnshop, working my ass off. I let the bastards promote me finally and now I manage one.


I have developed a love for lolcats, and post them frequently. Yes, I know you hate them, and I don't care ;)


Yeah, I dunno, just rambling, like walking around in shoes to break them in. I turn 40 on Halloween and I still don't know who I am, but that's not necessarily a bad thing


I can't believe I'm still on Darkneuro's blogroll. If you read this, watup girl?