@Novels56 I recently found out it's a trilogy now, it's waiting for when some priority things get done before I splurge.

@Novels56 I was six when I saw the movie version of "My Side Of The Mountain", where a 12 year old goes off to live in the woods alone (with his dad's permission?!). It became my favorite book, I started learning about backyard foraging, and to this day I have a wilderness survival manual as bathroom reading for funsies. I'm shocked I don't know more, probably because I've always also thought air conditioning is nice, but please ase don't tempt me.

@LiberalLibrarian I'm calling it. The author is a gambler. I saw some "sure thing" type language and how this guy seemed to be praising a genius type who has a magic flawless system, and THEN I saw the system is based on actual wagers and gambling. I think it's interesting the author put stress on "wagering their own dollars", whose money does he usually gamble with? Oh, wait. Right. Definitely a finance columnist.

Kitty is so pretty when he gets too close to the birds, and I have to shoot him with the mister. He gets all glittery like a starry sky. 🥰

In other news, when I type "pretty", my tablet thinks my next word will be "skull".

@crawancon Yes, I am a good girl and always do what people tell me to do, unless I don't want to.

@VelvetDuchess Tired of this surreal ass worst timeline.

So, if I had a sign with "all prophecy is entirely accidental", a pink beehive wig with a lace veil, and claimed Joey Ramone was my spirit guide, you wouldn't mistake me for someone who has a direct line to your dead beloved, right? With a bedazzled rum bottle? For tarot card readings or haunted tours, etc.

If I do the haunted tour thing, I need to bedazzle a rum bottle to use as a water bottle. No..... Even if I don't do the haunted tour thing, I need to bedazzle a rum bottle to use as a water bottle on ALL my walks.

Others seemed like they would if they had to go along if they had to, but only because they had to. So, I smiled and waved. Even the ones who looked like "monsters" smiled and waved back, instantly at ease because I wasn't insulting them with fear. The end.

Okay, I'm gonna say it. Thinking about self defense hasy mind continually revisiting a terrifying moment I used my intuition through and turned into pleasant exchanges. I keep it secret because it seems the opposite of advice, but it worked. I was 19, street kid, alone at 3am in pre-Katrina New Orleans (Jan '96), walking through the 9th ward. A group of men wearing an awful lot of red started looking at me like meat. I looked, thought that only two felt like they wanted to hurt me, and the