Ave, new peoples. Welcome to the midden. Sometimes I’m not sure what has drawn in my followers, so if you are hoping to see more of X/Y/Z, feel free to say hey and let me know what brought you to this dark and silly place. If you want to see more sickeningly sweet rodents, I can hook ya up. If you want to see me further embarrassing myself in weird clothes (or the virtual lack thereof), that could be arranged. More interested in desaturated photos of tea supplies? Alright, I can oblige.
I’m not gonna say I don’t bite, but for the most part, this Deemin is a friendly creature. Just try not to be a prick, and don’t make rude assumptions. Ask box is always open.
Dis how I play with myself. If you get it, you get it. If you don’t, I’m not surprised.
..the sound of the neighbors dumping their recyclables is making me thirsty.
Been trying to draw for hours but I think I’ve lost that minor wave of enthusiasm I had last week. I keep making halfway decent sketches and then getting sad because I know they aren’t special or interesting. Too many little pieces of ideas, but none of the glue needed to turn them into anything solid. Alice Cooper, you’re not helping me tonight. So many predatory feels.. and I don’t want to keep scaring my prey friends.
Naaaap. Daylight was made for snoozing.
These two again. Odin and Oli. Odin greeted me today by climbing right up onto my face and cozying in on my nose, and Oli wrapped things up with the gift of a handful of rat raisins. Perfect little monsters.
Lookin’ a wee bit too Esmeralda for my tastes, but it’ll do for the wedding at the faire.
..unless I can find PANTS that work, because I’d really rather wear pants. None of my boots really mesh with this outfit. I either need piratey pants or new boots. Or both. Yip.
I’m way more comfortable barefooted (big shock, right?), but I’ve never been to the PA Renaissance Fairgrounds, so I’m not familiar with their clothing policies nor the terrain. *sigh* I need someone to carry me around or something. Ain’t nobody tall enough to get me off the ground, though.
Psssh, fuggit, I don’t even care. What’s the point in losing weight if I’m going to let a little unflattering lighting make me feel bad? I’m down thirty pounds from two months ago. Still got some work to do, but there’s always time to play dress up. I think the green velvet top is a liiiiiittle too Renfag, even for my gypsy blooded booty (not to mention it’s really hot). I don’t think I’ll ever actually get to wear it, so I may as well post it for sale.. I made the white satin blousey thing a few years back (no pattern, I make my own designs). It’s really.. uh.. shiny.. and it moves around a lot. If you didn’t know I was pierced, you’d probably think I had a weird nip disfigurement.
Groovy finds. I was hunting for my white satin top and decided to venture into the closet. It wasn’t there, but I found a huge bag of pink carp from when I was stockpiling supplies to make an Yves fursuit. I had a hell of a lot of super bulky yarn that was going to become the fluffiest tail evar, but now I think I’m going to make a ridiculously hueg scarf. Found the fuzzy socks and velvety materials I had squirreled away. All are a really obnoxious, super bright pink. Or, kinda fuchsia, if you wanna look at it that way and I do. Aside the repulsive pink noize, I also had some überchunk yarn in white, and a few skeins of silvery bamboo yarn that are really soft and awesome. I should be a good urchin and finish the shawl I started making for my Ma last Autumn (her birthday is coming up in September) before I get wrapped up in any more personal projects, especially since new ones will require planning and measuring and all that boring stuff. I don’t have enough of the camouflage blend yarn I was using to finish her gift, but I should at least make the effort to use up what I do have, so I can earn a legitimate pause (and have an excuse to go out and shop for supplies).
[..Found it!..] I love the way it looks and fits now, but the iPooptart, which has always hated my skin, is not cooperating as I try to take pictures. Ah well.
This may just be the most perfect photograph I will ever behold.
I’ll be dropping these two off on Friday. They already have names. The silver kid is Odin, and the stripey babe is Oli.
In record time, every one of the young rats has been claimed by an excited new pet parent. I’ll be playing with them as much as possible to prepare them for being handled regularly. Within two weeks, they’ll all have a new pet human.
I feel so devious.. the old lady’s out and the curmudgeon is still asleep. I had time for a long, much needed bath. I’m just sitting on my butt in my black velvet robe, inhaling the steam of a complicated brew, and catching up on my dumb phone games. M will be leaving tonight. I miiiiight be able to convince him to head out early, because I packed some things that need to be dropped off at my family’s haus before he starts his shift at work. *flyhands* Heh heh heh.. Whatever badness arrives this day should be resolved by tonight. I can’t wait. I miss being able to relax in privacy in my own damned bedroom. I miss being in charge of the temperature settings and which windows are left open. I miss having quiet time with my animals for cuddling and pampering them. I really, really miss having a day without some pompous dingdong trying to make me feel like I’m unhealthy because I won’t write a report on my eating habits to explain why it’s okay that I do what I want, and his assumptions about my habits (which I refuse to discuss with the cohabitants) are that they wouldn’t work for him, so he’s perfectly in the right to criticize me. I can’t wait.. can not freaking wait. Just bring me the night.