Day 162 — Snack Time
12 Jun
29 Mar
16 Mar
Check out how he sniffs out just the perfect spot to sink his teeth into.
This is how he flushes out the ferociousness from his system. A couple of bites on my arm a week, and he’s good and sweet.
12 Mar
I just got back from a walk to Burke’s to return the book I got for my dad’s birthday, which — as I suspected — he already owned. That little transaction will help out with the budget situation this week, but it means that I have to keep hunting for something the man doesn’t already own. Which is fricking impossible; this makes at least the third or fourth time I’ve bought him something he already has, and had to issue an IOU instead of an actual gift.
I need to be more creative. Luckily I have something in mind that I KNOW he doesn’t have, if I finagle a decent price.
The walk was nice and, by the time I had made the block and arrived back at my apartment, I was good and sweaty. It’s warm. Niiiiice and warm. Ah, from winter to late spring in the matter of a week. Love it. Had to throw the hair into some pigtails to get it out of my face. I’m getting the itch to cut it again (it’s been July since I had a haircut), but I have to go through the requisite several weeks of overwrought worrying about what I should actually do to it. I think I actually started the requisite several weeks of overwrought worrying a month ago, so maybe I’m getting close to making an actual appointment.
Blah blah blog blah, who cares about my hair? I barely even care about my hair!
Okay, I’m gonna go make a big fat salad for lunch (at 4 p.m.? yes) and eat some gouda.
Felix says hi.
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