I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
Commitment to classic cars is jumping a dead series one with a discovery that you also own, finding out the discovery is dead too and then using the fully working freelander.
Most kids are probably getting fancy dinners and stuff for their grades, I’m getting a shelf and new bow limbs
The AQA overlords have been kind. I’ve got all the results I need for college and fucking B’s in art and media (well I got a fucking a* in production ‘cause that shit was brilliant) along with a Level 3 in my woodwork class (which I assume is good). Not all bad for 7 months worth of education for it, people have done a whole lot worse with a whole lot more.
Literally nothing can make this day shit now.
Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
I’ve been up since four and I’ve had zero good sleep for a week. About three hours to go and these GCSE results better be worth it.