Totally spewing. The ten dollars I have put in the bucket at Outpawed fundraiser got stolen along with the whole bucket of donations. Silly ladies leaving it out in full view outside entrance to Bunnings though.
But, Fuck. So annoyed and upset for them… And for me losing ten dollars for no reason. And for everyone else who put in more. And for people who put in less.
But most pissed off for the little feral fur baby wild and lost puddytats around the Hutt Valley in Wellington
Lorde Battle Axe New Year’s 2018
Battle Axe mid 2017
Look how handsome LORDE BATTLE AXE is now he has shaken off his coat of scab, dread lock and wounds.
He costs about twenty five a week to keep going. That’s combined bills of once a month flea treatment and regular worm and nutrients.. But he is a star, given what Rappaw Veterinary Care were faced with when I finally caught him and Outpawed found funding for the snip and micro chipping.
He doesn’t reek any longer, and I do not even know when he has been inside on my bed… You used to be able to smell him for hours after him just walking through house… And the trail of flea eggs…
Anyway, Fuck you whoever stole from these cats on New Year’s just so you could be a loud drunk dick head for free tonight.
Mind you, with everyone bullshitting about how happy and rich they are on face book, no wonder the broke feel left out…
Sadly can empathise with that.
Right now am just totally fed up and spending this New years eve at home by myself being a grumpy old man.
With my cat.
RAT PARK and those famous cartoons that started busting peoples steroetypical thoughts on addiction are a favourite thing of mine to bang on about.
Click and fund a motion picture.
Help get the unwashed masses thinking for themselves.
I’m off to the shower.
For it has been a long day helping neighbour move couches, fretting over car failing to fire and generally contemplating the worthless life presented as an uphill battle blotting the horizon.
Mind is a little fuzzy and cannot be bothered working out how many days since nicotine last infected my body and mind with it’s dopamine bliss.
Would be nice to have car running for event in a weeks time. However disappointment never fails to disappoint.
Still, may feel better next week. And get car running. And have a nice day of weather, petrol and rubber.
Which may take my unwashed mind away from more worrying human conditions for brief periods of bliss.
Without artificially introduced happy hormones.
Cold night, beauty day out there. Holy crap, it’s almost midday and I really should be out of bed doing something at least… One more car renovation show, then will get into vertical mode and out the door. Promise…
Been spending a great amount of time and money on these feral cats. Crazy Cat Fiend. Hey, well, someone has to do it.
WHEN THE SPCA SAYS “RING EXTERMINATOR AND PUT THEM DOWN AT YOUR OWN COST” you have to wonder if the old CCDHB buildings they are in have infected their mindset
Society For Prevention of Cruelty to Animals my arse.
So, Gareth Morgan, I am dealing with these feral cats for you.
It’s rewarding actually.
But really should get out of bed. So much to do, so little giving a shit about it all.
Snowballing mental health appears to show itself in how many cats you have.
What came first? The crazy or the cats?
Picking up a little rubbish once a week gets you out the house when on home detention ankle bracelet.
It also introduces you to problematic acquaintances…
A little like people going to N.A or rehab for the wrong reasons.
Still, no choice. ON with it.