Sometimes

I get in these moods and I listen to New Order for hours and hours. I would not complain of my wounded heart.






(Kinda want a gif of the insert)


And I know it ages me, even if these groups were important slightly before the time I was allowed to listen to music. My parents were pretty into censorship, but, hey, I still turned out okay. They now engage in praying for my soul daily.

In other news, I was out of town Monday afternoon through tonight. Friend texted me images of my cats and their reaction to Stranger Danger. Johnny hid under bed. Abe bristled and probably growled. Roy enjoyed the smorgasbord, since the other two weren't around the food bowls. I do believe Johnny hasn't eaten since Monday, actually. She practically mauled me when I got home, ate healthily and has been curled up on me since I sat down. Poor sweet baby doesn't like strangers and at least one of her brothers is a total hog.