Ricochet•Believe

I keep my heart hidden behind iron bars.

Shitty night. Drunk and stuck. Everything seems to be going crappy for the last couple days. I should be halfway across the state tonight. I get no peace. And the cat scratched my new dining room set. Thought I’d share my bummed-out-ed-ness. Thanks.

My new foster kitty!

Never mind the red eye (fuck you camera), here is my new foster kitten! And my drunken hetero life-mate!