The one day rabbit...
Yesterday I went to brunch with 2/3 of the rest of my girl gang (Ss mother is in town, so it was just me and N and A). We ate at the Blind Faith Caf in Evanston, the wandered up Dempster for a bit. I wanted to go to the Mexican Shop to get some 8 & 6g plugs for my stretching project, but forgot they were closed on Monday. We went into 2nd Hand Tunes; N bought Living in Clip for A because Ns exgf lost As old copy months ago; A got The Man with the Golden Arm and Living out Loud because she loves classics and Queen Latifah, and I got an Italian Bowie vinyl that Id never seen before. Then we stopped in Thee Fish Bowl, an adorable pet store where I always wanted to work when I was in high school and I think I bought some white mice there for a psych project. We ended up just being good friends. So we go in; A says she wants to look at cat trees and N and I want to look at bunnies just for fun.
But it turns out fun is dangerous, especially when you just got your tax refund, and a half hour later we walked out with Greta Garbo, the newest member of our girl gang. I will take pictures soon, I promise; in the meantime you will have to trust me that she is the most darling three-month-old grey Dutch dwarf rabbit in the Chicagoland area.
We took her to Andersonville, assuming we would be able to find a rainbow striped halter at one of the gay-owned petstores, but apparently there arent as many small mammals with queer parents as you might think, so we got a red-velvet-with-rhinestones collar instead. I still need a halter because walking her on just a collar can be dangerous, but in the meantime she is one sexy goth bunny.
The shitty part is that, after spending a romantic afternoon eating parsley, watching The Truth About Cats and Dogs and playing with Dreamweaver, my roommate M came home.
Hey, I said. I got a new roommate.
Whaddya mean?
Her name is Greta. I pointed her out, sniffing the hardwood floor sea that surrounded the safety of her throw rug island.
No, she said. She cant stay here. I am deathly allergic. She has to go.
Oh. Well, she can live in my room.
No.
Oh. I scooped up the new love of my life and retreated to my bedroom, where we cuddled and I started to cry and she stared a me out of the corner of her eye, not moving except for her breaths, which fill her whole body like her lungs are inside her back legs. I put her back in the cage and opened my door.
Are you okay?
Im so sorry, I said.
I just wish you had asked.
I just thought shed make me happy.
I want you to be happy.
Im sorry.
I went out on the porch to have a cigarette (Ive been very good lately, but bought a pack for the Strokes show and have been picking at it ever since) and call N. I think youre gonna need to take Greta, I sobbed.
What?
My roommate cant live with her.
Your roommate doesnt like Greta.
No, its not that. Shes allergic.
Oh. The bitch. Cant she move in with her boyfriend?
He lives with his parents. And that would be way mean.
Well, she can come here.
Ill take care of her.
I know. You can have unlimited visitation.
Okay. I hope so. I promise she wont pee in bad places.
Oh. Uh-oh.
She wont. And itll help you quit smoking.
Oh. Yeah. I cant smoke around her. Hmm. Well, its getting warmer anyway.
Yeah. Are you sure?
Yeah. What's she doing right now?
Shes eating a pellet. Aaww, now shes washing her ear. Aaaaaaaawwwwww, now shes drinking water and she keeps sticking her little tongue out. Oh, Greta, I sniffled. So I guess Ill bring her over tomorrow.
Okay. Maybe M will come to. Maybe shes not allergic anymore.
Yeah, maybe
Yesterday I went to brunch with 2/3 of the rest of my girl gang (Ss mother is in town, so it was just me and N and A). We ate at the Blind Faith Caf in Evanston, the wandered up Dempster for a bit. I wanted to go to the Mexican Shop to get some 8 & 6g plugs for my stretching project, but forgot they were closed on Monday. We went into 2nd Hand Tunes; N bought Living in Clip for A because Ns exgf lost As old copy months ago; A got The Man with the Golden Arm and Living out Loud because she loves classics and Queen Latifah, and I got an Italian Bowie vinyl that Id never seen before. Then we stopped in Thee Fish Bowl, an adorable pet store where I always wanted to work when I was in high school and I think I bought some white mice there for a psych project. We ended up just being good friends. So we go in; A says she wants to look at cat trees and N and I want to look at bunnies just for fun.
But it turns out fun is dangerous, especially when you just got your tax refund, and a half hour later we walked out with Greta Garbo, the newest member of our girl gang. I will take pictures soon, I promise; in the meantime you will have to trust me that she is the most darling three-month-old grey Dutch dwarf rabbit in the Chicagoland area.
We took her to Andersonville, assuming we would be able to find a rainbow striped halter at one of the gay-owned petstores, but apparently there arent as many small mammals with queer parents as you might think, so we got a red-velvet-with-rhinestones collar instead. I still need a halter because walking her on just a collar can be dangerous, but in the meantime she is one sexy goth bunny.
The shitty part is that, after spending a romantic afternoon eating parsley, watching The Truth About Cats and Dogs and playing with Dreamweaver, my roommate M came home.
Hey, I said. I got a new roommate.
Whaddya mean?
Her name is Greta. I pointed her out, sniffing the hardwood floor sea that surrounded the safety of her throw rug island.
No, she said. She cant stay here. I am deathly allergic. She has to go.
Oh. Well, she can live in my room.
No.
Oh. I scooped up the new love of my life and retreated to my bedroom, where we cuddled and I started to cry and she stared a me out of the corner of her eye, not moving except for her breaths, which fill her whole body like her lungs are inside her back legs. I put her back in the cage and opened my door.
Are you okay?
Im so sorry, I said.
I just wish you had asked.
I just thought shed make me happy.
I want you to be happy.
Im sorry.
I went out on the porch to have a cigarette (Ive been very good lately, but bought a pack for the Strokes show and have been picking at it ever since) and call N. I think youre gonna need to take Greta, I sobbed.
What?
My roommate cant live with her.
Your roommate doesnt like Greta.
No, its not that. Shes allergic.
Oh. The bitch. Cant she move in with her boyfriend?
He lives with his parents. And that would be way mean.
Well, she can come here.
Ill take care of her.
I know. You can have unlimited visitation.
Okay. I hope so. I promise she wont pee in bad places.
Oh. Uh-oh.
She wont. And itll help you quit smoking.
Oh. Yeah. I cant smoke around her. Hmm. Well, its getting warmer anyway.
Yeah. Are you sure?
Yeah. What's she doing right now?
Shes eating a pellet. Aaww, now shes washing her ear. Aaaaaaaawwwwww, now shes drinking water and she keeps sticking her little tongue out. Oh, Greta, I sniffled. So I guess Ill bring her over tomorrow.
Okay. Maybe M will come to. Maybe shes not allergic anymore.
Yeah, maybe