Hi, I still exist! I just really, really love being offline. I also really love moving the dungeon and getting so engrossed in manual labor I ignore my texts and emails. It’s a terrible trait but I ain’t changin’. Lou Bega’s Dungeon No. 5 ft. Habitat for Inhumanity coming soon!

Clip editing would be a lot easier if I could use both hands, so I added some desk-mounted cat beds to my wishlist. TreatPetra.com

I’ve been meaning to clean out my wardrobe collection for over 1.5 YEARS. I have so much to rehome that I’ve never even worn! Today, I’m finally taking photos so I can put together a Dropbox folder of everything I’m downsizing. Hopefully I’ll have a link to share soon! 🤞🏻

I fucked up when posting those by omitting this one. I’m not dancing or whatever, y’all: I’m having a very good time using my sharp, pointy heels to scrape up a zucchini on top of my trample table, which may or may not be used for CBT.

Now Ozzy?! Goddammit, 2025.

Science rules.

thank u, have a nice day 🙃

Brian Wilson forever.

Using medical wrap for bondage gives off big Donna Douglas Twilight Zone vibes, and I’m *very* into it.

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Put my slut through absolute HELL and then gave him a birthday cake. (I made it from scratch and it was very, very good.)

Fri-day night.

I just don’t see how an Executive Order saying Mike Love was the real genius in the Beach Boys could be legally binding

Such a bummer that Phil Spector had to be a giant piece of shit.

I’ve done some weird, creepy shit in my sessions over the years, and dancing around to The Big Bopper with a reciprocating saw during an interrogation scene is definitely one of ‘em. (And oh baby, that’s a-what I like!)

Sign of life.

If you hate trans men I fucking hate you

If you ever wanted a nutritional breakdown of 124 different types of canned cat food, each analyzed for 27 specific ingredients, then divided into 4 major levels of food quality based on the number of said 27 ingredients, while also tracking each food’s price per ounce, I got you.

If you’re waiting to hear from me, it’s because I’m busy*. * I realized I have enough cats to do a Real Housewives parody, but PROBLEM, I’d never seen an episode, so I started watching RHOC and now I’m on season 3.

FUCK I LOVE SPREADSHEETS.

Me, always:

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