As you know, despite my occasionally wandering into melancholy, my blog is mostly about sharing the things I love and appreciate. Sort of a "share the sunshine" project.
I rant IRL. A lot. I probably have this brain connection that makes me verbally deal with things instead of just thinking them over, or dismissing them out of hand.
However, I decided not to take that to this blog. I'm a big (theoretical, sometimes) fan of the "Spreading the sunshine" concept, and so that was what I had in mind for the blog.
Unfortunately that sometimes gives me writer's block - like when I've had a bad day, or I feel like killing my landlord (hint: today! today!) or when I've been studying all the time, except when I was listening to other people talking about their problems (also today). Then I'm not sure how to spread the sunshine, because I can't think of anything.
However!
I will spread the sunshine even if it kill me! Semper fi, or whatever fits into this situation. Probably not semper fi, but yeah. You get my drift.
Today is Quotes And Pictures day.
Meaning: I will not write anything, just post pictures and happy, sunshiny quotes. Which you will get to comment on, of course.
This will be repeated rather frequently as my finals keep creeping closer and closer like a horde of very slow, determined zombies. Don't worry, I'll still write.
Anyway.
KITTIES!
I hope, my darlings,
that you will all readily forgive me for my horrid forgetfulness, especially as:
1. You have no idea what the forgetfulness issue is even about, as I don't think I have mentioned it before AND
2. I will make up for it immediately.
What I forgot was, that, while E. was here to rescue me re: the photos of my bookshelf I had promised, I also asked her to take a bunch of pics of me with some of my tea and with my Kitty Of Doom, Typhus. (We tried to take a good picture of Typhus on his own as well, but he was extremely jumpy for no apparent reason).
So here they are:
(nobody ever admits it, but you can see the murder in his eyes, can't you? I know it.)
I got him off the internet (which is a cautionary tale for all of you - murder kitties are online, sweet kitties are in the pound or with friends), as it were, in an ad, when I just moved out and got my own place. I was turning eighteen in a few weeks, and being alone scared the shit out of me, which is why I opted for a cat as a pet. The cat is had in mind was:
1. Female
2. Small
3. Sweet and/or lazy
Typhus, on the other hand, is:
1. Male. Well, not anymore. I had him neutered - not that it calmed him down in the least.
2. Well, okay, he's not huge, so that's fine.
3. Neither of those. To be fair, he did calm down a bit lately. But I swear I could use him as a watchdog. I'd be totally safe.
Hey, remember how I said in my "about me" bit that everything dies in my hands.
I wasn't kidding:
(these are my dead orchids.
I mean, how little water do these even need? And they still die on me :( )
And no, I am not an alcoholic. It's madeira wine, which I used once to make tomato-meatballs. They failed.
(in conclusion: I like tea. A lot.)
Though I have to be fair and say I never drink the Camomille. That's The Boy's. I don't think he drinks it now anymore, either, though. Odd.
Am going through a vanilla-heavy period right now (vanilla lip balm, vanilla body butter, vanilla tea, a blog named after vanilla tea,...), but my Twinings Vanilla Black Tea isn't shown here since I keep those in my special Tea Box, which is cute and made of wood and which I love love love... but forgot to take a picture of.
And on that happy note, I leave you.
Be sure to check back tomorrow for my Feelgood pt. 2!
