I lied there is no snark. i ate it

so back spasms ended. lasted for a few days were horrifically painful and made me hate all living things

nothing fucking worked on them cept eating a bunch of bananas which made me even more angry. I have no idea why eating bananas make me angry. they are great for the first few bites. then i start to not like them and then i become angry by the end. i think i am going to have to find a new way to eat them.

and you know what. i was given some seriously hardcore drugs for that shit too... fuck you body. fuck you

Creampuff one of our ferrets died last night. this one was not a surprise though. nor was it from some quick illness or such. he made it to OLD MAN and died. it was not pretty though. Man ferrets get rough looking when they are old as fuck. he was all mangy looking and arthritic and just OLD. though i am going to miss him since he was one of the original Evil Ferrets and i through the power of Aku and Pip and Toph and Love (the last not being a good ferret but just love) got him to be a good ferret too. he was so fucking hilarious to feed this goo too. it is a ferret vite stuff. carob flavoured and like brown horror. he LOVED IT! no matter how arthritic he was he would suddenly be like a young ferret when he saw that tube. it was wonderful. i will miss him.


i have my meds FUCKING EVERYWHERE NOW to try to remember them. i forget them more now.

The other day and i know this is TMI but hey it might be important later. I bought a fuckton of potters clay... i mean Topsoil... more on that. but i was made to become Paranoid that that would be stolen in the night. so i did what i do whenever i want to make sure no one takes me shit. I pissed on them. i shit you not. i just peed on those bitches. not a lot but enough. of course overnight the pee dried up. and was sticky like soda today. WTF.

now about that potters clay.. OMFG PEOPLE! it is called top soil. that is what i bought. SOIL! i am not throwing pots here. i am filling them. and considering i had to get a loan to get that so i could make more garden space. fuck shit. well i have been having to lift these million pound bags and put them in a wheelbarrow and then mix in peat moss and coco fiber and mature cow shit and gel crystals and compost. sigh. the best part is. the pallet of the soil had ONE open bag. it had ripped open. inside was fine dark loamy soil. the first three bags i opened today. rich loamy soil. everything after that. CLAY. like make a golem clay... Of course all this lifting and moving and pushing and pulling and shit has left me in insane pain again. even to the point of laying in bed panicking at the thought of death.

and i am still not done with that.

also the weather is going to suck ass for the next few days for me to try to get anymore of this yard and such work done. it will be Bright and Hot and Sunny... which would for anyone else be a great thing but for me it is hell. My allergy to UV light and getting sick from heat is not going to help me at all.

but at least i am sorta going to have some garden out front. and maybe i will have the yard upkept by the time beltane comes. i hope i hope i hope. since i am hosting the ritual here.