Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Trying out white pepper pork stomach- the pork stomach itself is only okay, but the broth for this is incredible, which makes me wonder if these were simmered together - with pan fried radish cake, which is always a favorite but today is especially good.

Stuff under my skin lately;

* unless I’m very unusual, my life is more than half over and I feel like I just got here. HOW do I do/make/learn/share cool shit in my remaining time?

* my Mom’s health is really going downhill. I don’t like her but she doesn’t deserve this and I really wish she were happier.

Pondering dim sum or ramen. Should I do it?

Just in this real weird mix of moods. Some of it is legit don’t-want-to-move-am-lump depression.

@duske So how would I get in touch with you these days, other than here?

guess who woke up after 3 hours or so, saw that trains were running again, and went north?

So I'm now pinging between "SAD THE CON IS OVER AND I HAVE TO GO BACK TO BEING A DISPOSABLE NOTHING WITH NO MONEY AND A CRAPPY COMMUTE" with "that was amazing and now I'm very glad to have showered and eaten finally."

I now have something that beats the expression “sleep through the battle of Kursk next door.” I can now claim meeting someone who could sleep through the battle of Kursk in the same room.

I tried out a full fursuit and that was… oh wow that was good. That was good. I was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

the floor is vibrating, that’s how Gay the dance is

You can find my album on BandCamp, “Incoherent Constant Screams.” I have a lot of fans who have fennec ‘sonas.

thing I don’t get about macro furry stuff is the idea of anything usable as a sex toy just looks painful. “Hey fuck this bus” “hey fuck BART” “hey fuck this building” hell no there’s like rebar in there

“Do a dance appropriate to your age.”
“Oh so fall over clutching my knee and gasping MY ARTHRITIS”

Clytorus, I’m bored. What plaything can you offer me today?

*turns to pink robed figure whose cowl covers a fat spongy pink face*

An obscure body in the SK system…

A talpa is when you envision a magical construct persona who is also a mole.

There’s men of the cross and the hammer
A few of the moon crescent
Some of them searching for glamour,
Some concealing a royal descent
The Emperor’s Winebags they have aptly named us,
Though we come from far,
Our sodden state is what unites us,
We are the Varangian Guard!

Uh oh. All I’ve eaten today is a slice of banana bread (have to do early dinner with my parents) which probably explains why I currently wish I were a good artist, pretty, fencing again, and that I had a burrito.

Dude DUDE check out the view from this hotel suite! I’m like the Silver Fang king of Seattle or something!

ARE YOU A THERIAN? Do you want a burrito? (Y/N) inconclusive, everyone wants a burrito. Do you need to make weird noises? (Y/N) again, inconclusive, if you don’t want to make weird noises what is UP with you, my dude?

The difference between therians and otherkin is that otherkin are all “I am Beleg Cuthalion, I speak fluent Sperethiel and like getting loaded on hazelnut mead in forests and dancing in moonlight” and therians are like YIP YAP YOP *blep*

I don’t think I could handle being plural, I’m too distractable to track more than one of me.