Excuse me?

Because I'm on a day long hate march, do you know how much I detest Charles Bukowski? What a small, alcoholic man. Now I know a thing or two about alcoholism and how mean it can make you, but Buck didn't even make good poetry. My Friend William, yeah, that one, is the absolute extent of his abilities. Almost there, mid but could be good, but because Bucko's a miserable cunt, he just had to ruin it, like he ruins everything. And that's not addiction talking, that's just him being mid.

Ah Tartu, my love. Always burned down and bombed and burned down because no one lays a heavy hand on fucking Tallinn, a microstate within a country. They lay a hand, just not the heavy one.

Outlander is such a strange duck for me. I hate the IP, and the author is a special kind of ladder-pulling miece of crap, but I love lurking in the fan communities to hate-read because idk self harm or something. Thing is, if Outlander fandom was ten people, two out of ten would be incredibly bright, observant people, and the rest are... Well I'm not surprised they all seem to have relationship issues., but I am surprised that they can string a sentence together. No in-between. Either spectacularly wise and smart, or case studies for how they're still somehow alive.

The most horrible thing about fate and fiction that treats fate as a good thing in romance is the fact that sure, you got to meet your big meat log husband, but some people were born into the world to just suffer. Fate wrote: you get to have true love and incredible sex by destiny, but that urchin you dropped a copper for a few hours ago is going to die of internal bleeding because... Because of fate. Fate demanded it. Fate wrote it. Some people were just written to suffer and die and be buried in an unmarked mass grave before they even hit puberty.

I could really do without ever hearing the term 'crotch goblin' ever again unless it's said very affectionately by a parent among the company of adults.

I love North Americans and Western Europeans coming to Estonia thinking it's still some cheap mid-2000s shithole where a dollar or an euro goes a long way. I just love them, waving their handful of coppers around, expecting a nice spacious flat in the Tallinn city centre or one of the wooden house gentrified neighbourhoods, whilst thinking they can get a random temp job without speaking a lick of Estonian.

Update on the cats. Both seem to have been stabilized. Castiel is not losing weight anymore and his kidney related itchiness can be mitigated with regular subQ fluids.