This Shit keeps me going. Sometimes, I need a pussy to stay tough.

I took this picture Thursday night. Earlier in the day, I found out that I'd be let go from work. A friend took me out for a beers that night, but it didn't do the trick. Since I already had alcohol in me, I couldn't go shooting or go to the gym, so I went to reddit. That's when my Shit, Ambassador Spock, came by to say, "chill the fuck out, dude."

I owe my life to my hermaphroditic kitteh. She really is an intersexed cat. We sometimes refer to her as "shit" for she/he/it. And Spock really is a shit, and I mean that in the most loving way. She's got a few malfunctions, and I've got mine. We get each other. I'm the third person she's lived with; she's a difficult animal and through that we depend on each other.

AMB Spock has been there for me since August, through a 200 mile move, a break up with my boyfriend who I live with, and now a job loss with a really uncertain future.

And so this picture is of me on Thursday, seemingly hopeless, until my buddy came by to give me a Spock hug, look at my computer's camera at the right moment, then lick me and run off.

I felt so much better with that kind of pussy.