semicentennial

Why don’t I put Miso in a shelter? Fuck that. In a cage? NOPE. I’ll never put her in a cage. She’s better off finding food and shelter on the street as a free kitty cat. Been there. I have a soft spot for cute little fur street toughies. 

I look for Miso all the time. I haven’t seen my meow-meow Vegas fur rebel in two days but that happens. Last night was super windy in Vegas. I thought about her all night. 

I have no idea if Miso is a him or her. We’re not that close. I just refer to the street kitty as a her for now. 

As I look over these 50 plus female models, I don’t relate to any of them, not one, other than our natural grey hair, and I haven’t had a menstrual cycle since October, which by the way, awesome! 

There’s a little bit of hate because my skin looks amazing. It’s work out here in the desert. I don’t know if these women smoke, or do drugs, or don’t know what sunscreen is, but... damn. 

“You better work bitch!” 

Then again, my dad looked amazing for a long time until one day he just said fuck it, and literally fell apart over night.

For the first time ever, I actually feel different today than yesterday. 

Ok then.

Let’s go move heaven and earth, bitch.

Let’s knock ‘em dead, Mr Spacey. 

10:15am

Went out looking for Hobo-Kitty. Nope.

Stole this off Q’s IG Page. 😂😭