Happy Earth Day, ladies and gents.

I was going to rant about how lousy managers are fucking my world up. About how it would makes sense to give an actual key to the girl who closes the store 4 nights a week and opens it twice a week, rather than making her borrow someone else's. And how, when said girl tries to contact her manager, it is a dick move for said manager to wait 2 fucking hours to write her back with an "I'm drunk and don't have my keys because someone else had to drive me home wahhhhh."

But, no, I wont bore you guys with all the details. Luckily another employee didn't mind being woken up at 3 am and will lend me her key after I drive to her house when I get up...in 3 hours. Thanks shitty manager for all the wonderful fucking help.

Ugh.

Okay, in other news...

..Calming Cat.



Super extra late blog challenge post tomorrow, I kind of promise. It's only a promise if I get around to it, so we'll check back in with the state if this probably promise tomorrow.

Hopefully I wont sleep all day like I did tuesday..and most of today, And all last night. *sigh*

Here, just peek up there again and have a little more Calming Cat. Yes, yes..that's it. Good.

Bet you didn't think it would feel like this.

I had huge ideas for this, but I ran out of time. I do plan on visiting the 60's again soon, though.

Anywhoo, a little tie-dye goes a long way..I hope.



And don't forget to check out all the other groovy peeps who participated!!!

bighoss2, guitartxn, Whispermyname, Safire13, Northern Star, sidders73, ibhunting, dziga, amancalledpony, Firedancer69, jayapplepie, arabella_topaz, VTCali, lennyknatural, rockhard6isback, RoxanneS, sugasweety1, dewberry, LakeFX, private parts, jenjen1018, and the beautiful tight_wet_lips.

Have you ever wanted to take a picture, had an idea so perfectly formed in your mind that it is a wonder that it did not magically appear of it's own accord, but you couldn't?

Maybe it is the wrong time of day, or of night. Maybe you are not alone, or you don't have someone there to lend a hand. Maybe you are in public when it would work better at home, or you are home when all you need is a street and maybe the street in front of your home just isn't the right shade of black like the street 30 minutes from where ever you are is.

Or maybe, just maybe, your batteries are dead.
...I think that one is probably the worst.

But still, the idea sits. It waits and rolls restlessly in your mind until you feel as though you will never think another thought without the impression of that made up image burned into your cerebrum.

And, finally, when you have what you need and are where you need to be with your brand new, fully charged batteries.... How was this picture supposed to look again?

Does anyone have a bowler hat and a bench I could borrow? Thanks.