Spaff your face off

Hello you, nice of you to stop by. I know, I haven't updated in a while, daddy Foss is a slacker and deserves to be kicked in the neck or something. I've been busy though, ok? I have more important things to do than update this blog. Things such as move back into my flat, single-handedly put my desk back together with no instructions, go out drinking all afternoon & evening on a Sunday, and feel completely rough for it today.

I've just changed Slimey's water. This means she's likely to shit in it again. She likes shitting in her water for some reason, and it's usually when I've just washed the bowl out and refilled it, so I have to go do it again. She's not in the flat yet, though. I'll move her in this week, I reckon.

I'm going away to Dad's this weekend for a fireworks party. It should be a laugh, but I'm dreading the drive up there and it'll cost a fortune in petrol.

Back at the flat, I can leave the seat up and not feel guilty about it. Hah, fuck you, social acceptance.

But right now I'm back in Rezare. I should be sorting out a bunch of stuff to take to the flat. I really should. But I'm knackered and can't be arsed.