Today I was on my way to school to drop some stuff off, and on my way I found this teeny little baby bunny huddled next to an apartment building, with no mama bunny in sight. So I decided if it was still there when I was done I was going to catch it and take care of it. Sure enough, it was still there all alone when I was done running errands. So I called my dad, who grew up in the country with all kinds of weird pets like oppossums and crows, and he told me what i needed to do. I went back to my apartment and made a little bed for it out of a shoebox and some hand towels, but when I tried to catch the little booger it got spooked and ran into the brush where I couldn't get to it
So sad. I was looking forward to being a bunny mommy.
I've been having trouble getting out of bed lately. Not in a depressing way, but because I made my bed so damn comfortable. Now that the weather has gotten warmer, I put my down comforter underneath the fited sheet, so it's like sleeping on a glorious leopard print cloud. Luckily, the boyfriend calls me every morning from work to make sure I don't end up being late for work/school. Yes I'm so glamorous with my personal wakeup call service. I took a picture of my bedroom wall with my macbook camera, and it actually turned out pretty neat:
So I made some weirdo collage of my room. Because I like my room. I sleep there.
The power of Christ compels me.
My dad's side of the family has been in America since several generations before the Revolutionary War, so as you might guess, that makes me a huge mutt. No one had ever really looked into the heritage behind his mom's maiden name, though, and it was always assumed that it was Irish or French. Turns out its more likely Russian Jewish. Weird!
I'm selling some prints of the images I posted in my last blog. . You might want to buy one or five of them. All proceeds go to the Monroe Just Graduated College And Has Yet to Find a Real Job Fund. If you're interested, holler at yer girl.
Yeehaw.
I'm off to my leopard print and pink and gold land of Jesus dreams.
Monroe
So sad. I was looking forward to being a bunny mommy. I've been having trouble getting out of bed lately. Not in a depressing way, but because I made my bed so damn comfortable. Now that the weather has gotten warmer, I put my down comforter underneath the fited sheet, so it's like sleeping on a glorious leopard print cloud. Luckily, the boyfriend calls me every morning from work to make sure I don't end up being late for work/school. Yes I'm so glamorous with my personal wakeup call service. I took a picture of my bedroom wall with my macbook camera, and it actually turned out pretty neat:
So I made some weirdo collage of my room. Because I like my room. I sleep there.
The power of Christ compels me.
My dad's side of the family has been in America since several generations before the Revolutionary War, so as you might guess, that makes me a huge mutt. No one had ever really looked into the heritage behind his mom's maiden name, though, and it was always assumed that it was Irish or French. Turns out its more likely Russian Jewish. Weird!
I'm selling some prints of the images I posted in my last blog. . You might want to buy one or five of them. All proceeds go to the Monroe Just Graduated College And Has Yet to Find a Real Job Fund. If you're interested, holler at yer girl.
Yeehaw.
I'm off to my leopard print and pink and gold land of Jesus dreams.
Monroe
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i had a room-mate once , she owned a very horny bunny. she'd let it go in the apartment, it would find me, and hump my leg till kingdom cum. i respected that. the rabbit was gay apparently, but im ok with that. i turn the other cheek , u know what im saying when i say dozen, boyeee! ?