I feel so sleepy and bleh lately. Noone can tell me why. Maybe it's my boring ass job - I've been watching these guys scrape the tar off the roof for the last 3 days - just watching. And I can't read or anything. If it wasn't for being able to listen to music I'd go nuts. I never thought I'd be so bored I'd actually prefer an office job, but... I have to keep repeating to myself "working off my debt, working off my debt"
Been obsessing over medieval costuming and such lately - noone should ever give me reason to dress up beyond jeans - it just makes me too damn picky and indecisive and obsessive. Damn costume and jewelry background... But in the meantime I've been losing track of everything here...
Oh, and as Easter's coming up, I feel duty bound to say that bunnies aren't toys for kids, so if you know anyone that's thinking of getting a rabbit for easter pleeeease discourage it unless they're serious about responsible pet ownership or refer them to www.rabbit.org for more info about it. It's my big point of contention as a mommy to two that were abandoned and just a fanatic about dedicated pet ownership. That and it's on behalf of my lil' Clover, our first bunny who died on Good Friday and did not come back on Easter Sunday. Alas, she was not Jesus. Ok, that's my activist rant for the day ... gotta go pet my bunnies now.
Been obsessing over medieval costuming and such lately - noone should ever give me reason to dress up beyond jeans - it just makes me too damn picky and indecisive and obsessive. Damn costume and jewelry background... But in the meantime I've been losing track of everything here...
Oh, and as Easter's coming up, I feel duty bound to say that bunnies aren't toys for kids, so if you know anyone that's thinking of getting a rabbit for easter pleeeease discourage it unless they're serious about responsible pet ownership or refer them to www.rabbit.org for more info about it. It's my big point of contention as a mommy to two that were abandoned and just a fanatic about dedicated pet ownership. That and it's on behalf of my lil' Clover, our first bunny who died on Good Friday and did not come back on Easter Sunday. Alas, she was not Jesus. Ok, that's my activist rant for the day ... gotta go pet my bunnies now.
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....you get my last order of fishsticks; the salty seadog doesn't work here anymore. yarr!