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I’ve been migraine-ing for several days now, and it’s really wearing on me. The pain has been up and down, mostly manageable, but the rest of the effects are driving me nuts. Rushes of emotion, swings in body temperature (or perceived temperature?), coordination is pretty shot, random nausea. It’s been a fun week so far.

The rabbit who was staying with us moved out on Sunday. Yay! After she left, LordSparrow cleaned up her area of the living room and discovered she’d been going to the bathroom under the bench near the front door. No big deal, it’s tile, except then he found my very nice pair of suede knee-high boots in a dried pool of rabbit piss. I don’t know how they got there, I haven’t had opportunity to wear them in some time, and I thought they were in the box of shoes LS had packed up. I’ve spent the last three days methodically cleaning them while trying not to cry. They may not be beyond hope, but I’m not sure they’ll ever be quite the same.


Our very good friend’s birthday party is Saturday. Yay! Except his gf will obviously be there and we seriously hate this woman. He turns 35 today, and she’s at least 50. I’m not automatically against relationships with larger age gaps when both parties are adults, but their dynamic just does not strike us as positive. Nothing good has happened in his life since they got together. In two years he’s: quit the non-glamorous but stable job he’d held for ten years to become a full time Uber driver; crowdfunded their rent; moved three times into progressively smaller, cheaper apartments in progressively more far-flung parts of town; finally took a low paying job at the “holistic spa” where she practices whatever woo “therapy” she does. All the while, she’s praising him for his “growth” and celebrating “this glorious path” that he’s on. Also, her adult son is some kind of security guard who walks around 24/7 wearing military-style clothing with a fucking handgun tucked in the back of his waistband. Also-also, she just shared this article on fb claiming that ginger is like 1000x more effective against cancer than chemo and commented “I haven’t done my due diligence yet, but amazing if it’s true!” That’s pretty indicative of the kind of dreck she generally spits out. Just, ugh. I may be being uncharitable, but she just grinds on my every nerve and this man is like a brother to me. 

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