V Day rant and moving

I can't decide what I hate more, Valentines Day or the people who have turned it into a relationship essential. I don't even know what to do with a little overpriced red stuffed heart, I honestly don't. I also have a hard time appreciating these gifts knowing they are given because they should be. Like some specified corporate whore holiday gift/dinner is going to strengthen the love and trust that builds the rock solid foundation of my relationship. How insulting can it get? Why have people (literally) bought this lie? Why is this "holiday" so crutial? I would rather be surprised on some random day with some random kindness than suffer through some day that has been imposed upon me by someone I have never met. Who thought this up? Whoever it was, they are fucking brilliant and probably died filthy rich. I hope they were hit and killed by something big red and meaningless while laughing their way to the bank. Clearly I shouldn't leave the house during this time as it so obviously further aggravates my loathing when concerning mankinds bleating ways. But staying in isn't something I can easily accomplish and self control isn't exactly something I have a grip on so I guess I'll just have to stew and despise. I'm proving to be excellent at both, don't you think?

Onward and upward I suppose. We are moving. I have decided to move every year until I can buy a home that I want to stay in. Why the hell not? Nah, that's not true, but I will be moving again shortly. When I leave here I am taking my sister, two dogs, two fish and eight birds with me. I might consider bringing the furniture and stuff as well. It should be interesting at the very least. I'm looking forward to it. Heaven would be finding a garden level (garden! Not basement!!! F!!!!) or first story home with a fenced yard and private entrance. Since I am so sick of renting I want this to be the year I get my shit together enough to finally buy a home. That way all my little furry/feathery/scaly friends will finally have stabilty and the smaller ones don't have to face the fear of death when regarding moving in cold weather over and over again. Anything for the little ones. I also have a longing to sit on myporch at my home drinking my coffee while pouring over the latest thing I want my brain to consume. Possession issues don't fare well when renting...

Jimmy has now moved five times while in my care. I am so glad he doesn't have to go to school and such because he would have so much baggage by now it would be ridiculous. I think he's going to do well with the move. He always does. Charlie. I'm hoping Charlie is all right considering that he left his first home (where he was psychotic and wanting) to join T at his home until it was decided he was staying with me forever and then he came here. That's sort of like moving, isn't it? He'll be fine. If there's one thing I know about Charlie it's that he's in no matter what. He's totally thrilled to do anything at any time. Totally and utterly thrilled. It doesn't get old either so that's a blessing.

I'm pictureless. I hate that. I'm so lazy with the photographs when it's winter. Maybe I'll make a nice back drop and start dressing up the pets and making them put on plays. It's more likely I will continue to sit on the couch and pour over apartment listings but at least I am thinking in a creative, productive manner. That totally works for me.

Here's an one to hold you over until I am back to snapping: