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Angel-Sansara

Tag: cats

  • Your Nose Ring Was Crooked

    We barely noticed, to be honest. We were checking out your sleeve instead. (And the rest of you.) Hubba hubba, says the fat girl, and moves along in her lane of loneliness. You know, that’s probably what pains me most about humanity, God posits. I gift you this ethereally beautiful woman and you somehow made…

  • So What Are We?

    I have been wondering who I am for a while now. If I’m psychic and I’m receiving all the information from the people surrounding me… what part of this is actually me? He’s here again. The grey-eyed man. He’s thinking about me right now. He has been all day, on and off again. I can…

  • Asshole Tax

    The man with grey eyes is on my brain today. After at least one week of reprieve, I am now hearing him all over again inside my mind. I wish the things I heard were reality, but I’m sure they’re not. Why would a man I’ve never held a conversation with think about me? Especially…

  • Flirting.

    There she was. Flirting with the hottest guy in the room. At least, I thought so. She was leaning into the palm of her hand, engrossed, her eyes on him. At least, at first. I don’t know if I made a noise or something, but she looked my way almost as soon as I noticed…

  • The Verdict Is In.

    Last night, I laid in bed, by myself again. I recall God saying something like “Let the record show…” He was talking about marking Nick’s record with the fact that, given the chance (and impetus) to apologize to me (for making my life utter hell for years), he markedly refused without a second thought. He…

  • Playlist for Destruction

    Sing along with me now as I destroy planet Urth. “Odds are, we gonna be all right tonight.” If only she could be in love by the end of this song. It would save her soul, her mortal life. She’s dwindling away. She’s obsessed with the fact that I tricked her into living for years…

  • Obituary for Mr. Bill

    My elder cat died today. He was not my first cat ever, but he was my first purely indoor cat. He was my support animal. And I think he still is, honestly, it’s just that now he’s a spirit or a ghost rather than a physical body. It really doesn’t matter because I loved him…

  • “A Day In The Life Of”

    I wake up alone. I’ve tossed and turned all night, rolling around with discomfort. My bladder reminds me that it needs to be emptied, but I lie there, semi-comfortable at last. I cling to the vestiges of sleep, wishing it could last forever. I look at the clock, remembering it’s set an hour ahead somehow…

  • Imagining “A Day In The Life Of”

    As part of the Raise Your Vibration course, Mischaela encourages that we imagine our future. A day in the life of our future selves. So, here goes… I wake up and something alerts me to the fact that I’m not alone in my bed. It might be an arm around me or my hand touching…

  • Protecting My Princess

    I love this girl beyond reason, let me tell you. She’s just so fucking wonderful. She’s smart. Smarter than me, I must say, and I love it. She’ll let me do mental gymnastics to try to solve things for a year or more and then she’ll just tell me the solution when I give up.…

  • Hot As Hell [NSFW]

    She sat there, sweating even though she hadn’t moved in over an hour. Fans blew air around her apartment languidly. The heat was unshakable. Her back still ached, despite all her muscle knots releasing thanks to the humid air surrounding her. She sighed, telling herself winter was only six months away. That’s all. She stretched…

  • Thought Swimming

    [Profanity Warning] I saw a man with Down Syndrome (presumably) at the supermarket the other day. He gave me the most brilliant happy smile. I couldn’t help but smile back! I stepped outside of my comfort zone, too. I said, “Hi” as I passed him in the deli. He was wearing a sunshine yellow shirt…

  • Sticks and Stones

    (Please read this blog post for context.) Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. FALSE. After my psychopathic ex lied to me about getting himself another girlfriend in order to coerce me into a threesome (which didn’t work, might I add), he convinced my best friend to defend him.…

  • The Truth About Lying

    First, I should recap my view of lies: A liar either believes I’m too immature to handle the truth or that they can fool me 100% of the time for the rest of eternity. Lying is an underhanded attempt at trying to seem perfect to other people (or yourself), while we all know we are…

  • Ghost Stories (Pt 1, 2, & 3)

    I’ve always been a fan of horror stories. Talking about ghosts and all the things that go bump in the night. Thinking about shadows coming alive to devour me, thinking about vampires or werewolves and how it’s so highly improbable that these creatures could exist, but if they did… what would they be like? Of…

  • Randomosity

    [George Michael — Faith] You guys… I can’t find my broom. I think the fairies stole it. I say that whenever I can’t find something that should be in plain sight. It’s just… gone. Like it never fucking existed. It’s like my brain gaslighting me. I don’t like being gaslit, y’all. Especially by my bio-dad.…

  • Wile E. Coyote

    [Coyote Kisses — Acid Wolfpack (original mix)] Mr. Coyote is possibly one of my all-time favorite Looney Tunes characters. First of all, he never complains and he never gives up. No matter how many times he fails or how many times he makes the same mistake, he never gives up! My hero. ❤ [Crazy Frog…

  • It’s Good To Be Warm

    Weather forecast for Erie, PA as of 9:53 PM 1/29/2022 I just sat outside for 3.5 hours with the movers that brought my stuff that had been lost for five months. I don’t live in a great part of town, and something I noticed around these parts is that there’s a distinct lack of middle…

  • Lap Kitties Rule

    My cats love to keep me company, especially when I cannot move around so easily. Today is going to have to be an easy-going day. I really did myself in with that shoveling stuff. I did my best to stretch and keep limber while shoveling, but there was just so much of it. I mean……

  • Sir Deli Man, Marry Me!

    I know I’ve never spoken to this man before, but the Gods have definitely introduced me to his subconscious mind. He’s amazing. If it’s not obvious, he works in a fucking deli. Hence, his title, Sir Deli Man. I’ve named him Jax because one short word is more efficient than one long title, but I…

  • Loki Strikes Again

    ‘I got you good, Sansara!’ Loki crowed in triumph. Simultaneously, he gave the woman the impression that he was hugging her. ‘That guy at Starbucks inside the Barnes & Noble is not Jax from Wegmans, young lady. He looks a lot like him, doesn’t he? In fact, he could be a clone, wouldn’t ya say?’…

  • A Fever Dream — Igloo for Sansara

    I had a dream this morning about being shown around a property. It was in St. Louis and in a very popular spot. The peculiar thing was that it appeared to be an igloo. It was a spacious igloo, I’ll give it that. It seemed to be made of that plastic-resin type material that you…

  • One Day At A Time

    It’s snowing again. Six inches of snow have accumulated since yesterday. I’m not an able-bodied person but I like to play one on T.V. In other words, I’m about to go venture out into the snow (again) and shovel until I’m too tired to move (again.) I don’t have much choice: unlike St. Louis, the…