Mistrust is the Poison in your Drink.

My dad left a spot on this seat that dried the same way I recently saw cum dry. I sat on it the other night. Eww. My dad has yet to notice it or clean it up. Eww.

Also just angrily posted spider information on fb. When someone calls an orb weaver a brown recluse, I kinda have to go 'um NO'. Waverly is a very boring town with no poisonous spiders. Or lizards. It's sad.

So Erica's boyfriend fixed my dad's car; my dad is very pleased. If tested it still bottoms out, but the car no longer slices into the wheel. Success!!

Still getting ivy flare-ups from my kibbies. Sigh. I can't just NOT pet my cats. It's impossible.

Dorian (erica's bf) has a cat that I'm fond of, that he wishes could live her former outdoor/indoor life. I honestly would like to help, but I would rather have him over to ask my dad himself. My dad and I are still having tensions between us. Much safer for a guest to ask him something like that than a resident of his home.

To be honest, the Supreme Court would be the better choice for solving our political crises than politicians. Those who do not have bias should choose for those who do.

My last blog title may have captured some interest. It had no meaning or language. It's what I like to think of as tongues. Not easy to type out though, but I'll write a tad more.

Kisparenscia shitranse, lalia kavrena dancire. Alleh veninsca terensce kalbindra fance. Azizilencia golancse kemben? Dandrel kansrel.

All stream-of-consciousness words. I'm thinking those types of words were how the first languages were formed. All are pronounced with a Latin/Spanish accent, so-to-speak.

This chair is squeaking so I'm done typing. Zelical out.