I feel like everyone who has a blog runs into a time where they have a block. Where they feel like there’s too much pressure on writing something “good” to where it stops you from writing all together. Which is just silly and irrational but hey, brains will do that to ya.
I downloaded the app for Squarespace in hopes that I’ll do some blog writing when I’m out and about and putting less pressure on it. Because I really do enjoy writing things.
Things have been tough recently. There’s been a lot of family drama. A lot of drama in general so I’ve been staying under the radar for the most part. I foster failed at taking care of a kitten and now I have a kitten named Poppy. Lol. Poppy is short for princess otter pop pup Yas.
Because well...
This was her the day I went and rescued her. A friend of mine found her abandoned and had been watching her for about 24 hours. The mom cat had abandoned her and wasn’t coming back. Sooooo I obviously had to go pick her up.
Sprocket was very into her in a slightly terrifying way at first because well. She looked like a rat to him I’m sure. But then he soon warmed up and he was HELICOPTER MOM CENTRAL. It was very annoying but also hilarious because I was coparenting a newborn kitten with my Jack Russell.
she’s much bigger now and kind of an asshole toddler demon kitten but damn do I love her. There is something so special about bringing up a kitten from a lil newborn.
Other than taking care of little Poppy, I’ve been working a lot, trying to get my head right, trying to find the right medication, and honestly sleeping a lot. I’ve also done quite a few drag looks which I’ll share!
My really great friend, Lindsay and I really know how to get together some great looks. We will usually go to a show or event all dressed up then hit up a drag show and go dancing. She’s definitely one of my favorite people since moving back to Louisiana.
There’s also been a lot of hate floating around and towards me. People shaming me for needing to take care of myself first. People just not being good friends or people. And I’ve been wanting to make a post and blast the people for being complete assholes— but they know who they are. They know they are assholes. And hey, they may *probabaly 100%* have some serious insecurities and decided they wanted to take that out on me.
That’s on them.
