The pug and Frenchie turning their noses up at breakfast. So spoiled.

That looks like a whole lot more than 224 pounds pushing out the front of that suit jacket, Donnie.

Watched this on HBO when it first aired on there, back in middle school (I was around 9, 10 at the time?). “Hey, a cartoon! What could go wrong?!”

Can’t say I’m too shook up over a TikTok ban. I’ll just come in here and silently lurk and drop the occasional nugget of whimsy.

Hey, here’s a thought: put Powell’s and Hegseth’s military record side by side online and let the country decide who should be scrubbed from history.

Don’t smoke, drink or do drugs. I have my one—ONE!—cup of coffee in the morning as part of my routine. Not about to part from my literal one indulgence. I think reading a certain obituary of a wanna-be DICKtator would go a lot further towards helping my anxiety.

The country is on fire, seasonal depression is at its apex and I am feeling a whole lot more unseen and unheard than usual. Nothing is really helping me to see the edge/end of it all…so we’ll see how long the mental and emotional stoicism holds out.

Not sure what’s actually gonna happen. I damn sure know what I WANT to happen.

This is already giving Kim Yong Un vibes. Disgusting.

Percie (on top), Kurgan (her pillow) and Gunther.

No more TikTok. Sad day. Sadder still: the last weekend before the oligarchy takes over. Gonna be a long, LONG four years.

@ca0ilfhionn.bsky.social nice to see you on here. ❤️

There. Fixed it.

Offer still stands: if you and your hubby find yourself in GA, holler at me. Happy to tattoo you both.

Deleted the remainder of my family from my FB: doubt any of them noticed. Basically just cements the certainty that I was really never a part of that family: just a mistake they were always intent of discarding and forgetting. Doesn’t quite sting like I imagined it would. On to better things.

Always been a big fan of your TikTok. If you or the hubby are ever in GA holler at me if’n y’wanna get some ink done. 😁

Back on an old BP med and it’s kicking my ass: hoping it gets better over time but right now I’m nodding off at the shop in-between appointments. Got to do a couple of cool tattoos today as we inch towards the new year. Here’s hoping ‘25 won’t be a complete shitshow. 🙄

Pretty decent week at the shop. At the point where I have so many things I wanna tattoo but not the willing flesh to adorn it with. Sometimes I had actual friends (not including co-workers I already tattoo during down times) around here and call up to get in my chair for some gratis ink therapy.

Ah, good day at the shop: finished a challenging appointment that came out better than I’d expected, now rearranging my office and getting set to head home to the puppies. Also: it should NOT be sunny and 70° out a week before Christmas. Yeesh.

Spent the day in Savannah with my girl walking the Squares and introducing our pug Percie to the Savannah populace. Aside from a lackluster lunch (B&D Burgers, do better) it was an awesome outing rife with fair weather and retail therapy. Can’t wait to go back. 😁

It’s always been an interesting litmus test to see how quickly online trolls deign to attack my appearance when losing an argument. In the last 20+ years of having facial tattoos, not one single person has ever had a nasty thing to say about them TO MY FACE…always behind a screen.

Potatoes.

A little Celtic action.

The MAGAts are getting tiresome over on TikTok. I’ve never seen a group of people who supposedly get everything they wished for still full of such hate and vitriol. Arguing with them isn’t even remotely satisfying because all they wanna do is wallow in their imagined victory from November.

Yes, it do.