Finale.

Um. Not long after the miscarriage, my husband died.
This blog is done forever.
I'm still at tumblr if you need me.

If anybody's even still here, I'm not.
Everything's at my tumblr now, if you give a shit.
http://millarca.tumblr.com
I had the IVF. It worked. I was pregnant. Then I wasn't anymore. Last week I miscarried. My life is shit and I wish I were dead.
Them's the breaks.
I don't really see myself ever using this blog again.

Cat-baiting.

THIS is how to spend an afternoon. Cat-baiting, with interesting skritching noises under the blanket, using the webcam to see her sneaking up, because if you look at her directly, she will ABORT ABORT her pursuit of skritching. <3 <3 <3

Tumblr has stolen my heart, but this belongs here.

Or, apparently, no.

That last post? The "inhibition" photo?
Someone reported me for it on Facebook.
Seriously.
Someone who does not have the balls to fess up so I can block their pathetic ass.

Oh well. I mostly just wanted to post this because it made me lol.

The end.

Yes.

Happy Birthday Marilyn.

You make me brave. You make me okay. You make me. Gemini twin sister lover best secret mirror self friend warning nestmate candle forever.