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adjective:
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
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1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
noun:
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I love my geriatric pussy...


First off, why the shit is it called "Breaking Up" instead of something else?
I get the Breaking part, I really do.
Heartbreak sucks the biggest one ever. 
But the Up... what the fuck is that?

Maybe it refers to "Up yours, buddy!"

Rawwrrrr!

Either way, I have been through the f'n ringer lately. 
Duh, I am newly single and f'n VD passed {like a fart} last week.
 I was a cunty bitch before, during and after that day. 

Change is Inevitable. Make it count.

But in light of the person I am and enjoy being, I am not going to erase the posts which reflect this cuntdom, nor am I going to apologize for it. It is perfectly natural to be a tad off when you split up with a lover. Or in my case, it is perfectly natural to be a tad off when you split up with a lover and the rest of your life is also in flux as well. 


So what, I am off
It only ads to my charm and charisma. 

Auntie Fuzzball originated OFF.


I have been up and down, there and back- all through the stages of the break-up.

Denial, anger, depression, thirst, lunacy, insomnia, anxiety, mania,
 puppetry, incontinence, malaise, etc. 

Today was better since I was busy all day in the studio. I was not just intellectually busy, like I have been, but I was busy with my hands- creatively. I find that when I keep moving in that way, it helps reset my brain's hard-wiring to not obsess about my stupid reeling thoughts and icky emotions.
I actually found myself being present and calm, not even thinking about X. I was more pleasant to be around, more patient with my students (which speaks volumes since I work on Mondays with middle-schoolers) and allowed myself to relax the reins. 

After I came in from a long-ass day of working and playing, I decided to look up some patterns for yarn I recently purchased on this new-to-me website I happened upon last week. 
(Ravelry is fabulous for both knitters and crocheters. If you like that stuff, click the link.) 
I did not find the pattern I had hoped to, but I did find a photo of a cat in a hat. 

No, not Seuss, a real kitty in a hat that's knitty. 

So, I decided that delirium / knitting for your cat is definitely a missing stage in "break ups."

The chapeau culpret.


Within 3 minutes of seeing the hatted cat, I emailed the poster, she directed me to the creator of the pattern, and I am that much closer to becoming "that woman" who knits for her cat.

Kitty here says F-U if you don't "get it"

Fuck it. 
Fletchie is turning fucking 20 on March 3rd, and if she does not deserve a lovely hat, who the fuck does?
20... That's like 126 in human years! 

Sara Anne's kitty. 
(S.A. made the pattern)

The original (above) cat hat pattern is still in cyber-space, but I downloaded another pattern for a lovely cabled beret earlier tonight.
For my cat. 



Cabled Beret by Wild Tomatoes.
Cat not included.



That's my FLETCHIE!!!


YES-
This is the same bitch who barfed on my freshly-laundered bedspread today.
Which reminded me of the VD turd and did not make me angry.


I love my geriatric pussy.  

10 comments:

  1. Cat with a hat in the hat would be terribly adorable.

    If I broke up with a boyfriend less than a week ago, you would find me in the bathtub with a carton of cigarettes, listening to the cure, crying into the phone(leaving a message for the ex and all. he stopped answering my calls long ago.), cursing at God. I am the dramatic sort.

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    1. i was listening to pandora radio- like that isn't warning enough, and had the cure on for like 4 minutes and disintegration's "plainsong" came on and i almost had a fucking heart attack. i too am dramatic.

      you will thank me later for NOT posting the breakup poems.

      so will future generations of anything with a pulse

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  2. I have a boy cat. (Well to be 100% correct I have a mostly/formerly boy cat) And I don't think the aforementioned chapeaus would look good on such a butch creature. And I don't knit. Perhaps a little duct tape headband would be appropriate. Or a tinfoil viking hat to keep out the crazies. Yeah, that will work.

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    1. yeah,,,,, flip, i am going to need you to email me your address. your fucking pussy is going to get a chapeau when least expected. not the beret, the bonnet one.
      pussy bitch

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  3. I have a geriatric pussy too. He is 19 and recently went for a check up, the vet said that he is in health a cat half his age would be proud of !
    However if I tried to make him wear a hat I think either he would leave me or I would lose an arm.

    My sister used to knit for her boyfriend and her Jack Russell, but dogs are stupid. One day I got chatting to a little old lady at a bus stop because she also had a Jack (they are my fave dogs), and she told me that she had seen the strangest thing while walking her dog on the common.

    A man walking a Jack Russell and they were wearing matching hats.
    I didn't tell her.

    I hope you're doing ok ? Being newly single can suck, I know, or the means of getting there, but onwards and upwards eh ? And if it does feel that bad then remember the best way to get over one person is to get under a new one :)))

    You have my email if you want to let off some virtual steam xx

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    1. jack russels are tricky critters. call me old fashioned, but i like em big and stupid...
      and i like big dogs too.

      side note- the thought of banging out makes me ill right now. which speaks volumes, since i have the libido of a horny 18 year old gay boy.

      and i will email you. i like drunk typing

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  4. Cowgirl told me I would like your blog, she is so right!

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    1. hooray! welcome to my stupid blob-o-shere. wasted time is as good as any

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  5. AWW how cute! I love your geriatric pussy too but only in a purely platonic way.
    As for your recent posts, whose gives a bulging baboons arse if you were being a cunty bitch? You're going through shit times, so vent away, it's your blog. Your rawness and honesty is the very reason why we love ya and I for one, wouldn't have it any other way. :)

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    1. stay tuned for more cunt. lots more.
      like a sororrity [or howeverthefuckitsspelled] of cuntiness.

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