ph (mild -), mh (mild +), drugs, kinstuff
Trying to put a positive spin on this earache: it's the easiest tolerance break I've had in ages.
Every time I look over at the bong, the voice of my Inner Fretful Australian Shepherd (remind me to tell you critters about my new headfriend Brill sometime! she's awesome!) just puts her virtual paw on my shoulder and wuffs, "Nope. Sorry. Hard no."
When this is finally over, I am gonna have SO MUCH WEED on hand. Brace yourselves. I might be insufferably weird even by my standards for a few days. XD
kinstuff, the kittens
Brill basically showed up to keep me sane while we were dealing with the Kittenpocalypse. :) She was based on Oyster, an ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GORGEOUS sweetie of an Aussie Shepherd I met at the local craft beer shop.
Her backstory is slowly evolving, but so far I'm pretty sure she's from some kind of Buffyverse-like hellworld, and is probably the result of some Slayer type magically merging with her beloved guard dog. She's a shaggy punk with a maternal streak and a foul mouth, and I love her so much.
I desperately needed someone who could do CALM AND COLLECTED in the midst of a crisis. Tigers, zebras, raccoons... ain't that. =n.n;=
