Happy holidays to various and sundry who are connected to me, regardless of how tenously so. The Meltons, the furry folk, the lifestylers and folks who might know me but I can't remember. (I'm getting a head start on senile!) In this season may the fortunes of life come to you and yours and may your enemies contract a lingering, uncurable, painful ( Read more... )

Sooooo tired. Everything's blurry around the edges. And in the middle sometimes too. Did you ever have one of those moments when you look at something, anything, and for no reason start weeping? Not crying boohoo. No. Just big silent tears pooling in the corners of my burning, itchy eyes. It takes me so damn long to get to sleep and takes very ( Read more... )

Mmmrrrffllll grrrrlllllluuuuuugubbbbuuulll bluuuurrrgggle.

My beloved ( Read more... )

Apathy. No sense of self worth. That overwelming feeling that nothing matters, that it's all pointless. So why bother doing it anyways? There's a line I've heard here and there for years that runs to the effect of you can't be hapy with the world unless you're happy with yourself. It's true. How can you get excited about mowing or mopping or ( Read more... )

I've often thought about the lack of kink and/or sex on a personal level since neither happens all that often. (Several years on the sex side of things). And a big part of that is due to the guy in the back of my head. The guy who cringes and whimpers when the rest of my mind brings up the subject of sex or kink. That guy spent a couple of decades ( Read more... )

Well, here I sit, counting the days (3) until I'm staring that day in the eyes with a little more animosity than the previous year. Granted, I'm not technically old by standard definitions. 50's the new 40 right? Going by that, I'm actually getting relatively younger. Woo. Anywho, for those who want to know, it will be Wednesday when I turn the ( Read more... )

To all those furry types who are used to seeing Shayrin out and about, access to computer with the right programs is off and on. With guests, holidays and other things, getting on (and sometimes getting off) has to take a back seat. So I'll be around when I can my furry friends.

My cat has long, silky smooth, shiny hair. Hence, supermodel hair.

Hello, it's me again. This poor journal has been neglected of late. Not through any intent of leaving folks out of the loop of what's going on in my head I assure you. With all the things rattling around inside my mind, it's very difficult to pull out a thought that hasn't been broken and mangled from all the tumbling around with movie trivia and ( Read more... )