So, I have this friend, he's a dragon, a bearded dragon. Goes by the name of Goatee, a play on the fact that, in his lizard type name (Its actually called a Pogona) has facial hair in it. I was at the pet shop today to pick him up some roaches as he loves those things when the employee tells me, "You know, Beards like to eat the Anoles." I looked over the little things, picked one out and took it home. On the way back though....it hit me. Looking into the small eyes of the green little guy, I felt a sense of compassion. A strange thing to feel for a feeder, but it hit me like a ton of cushy bricks shaped like pink puppies. By the time I found parking, I had done the unthinkable - I'd given the little guy a name: Bib. Why Bib? I dunno, but the look on his face just says "Bib" to me. And now, on my way up to my apartment, I keep looking at Bib, who is looking up at me with his tiny dark eyes from a plastic bag. Looking into Goatees tank, I know what I'm supposed to do, but....I....can't. This confession is as so: I'm too weak to sentence this lizard to death so I might end up keeping him. Might. Update: I let Goatee have em.....Guess what made the list of "Never again" today.
For the sake of fairness, I should give him that at least. Who else puts up with my crazy home antics? Silently on top of that! The Dog I'm planning to adopt is gonna take lessons from Goatee on how to "handle this human."
Due to negative memories from Historium.com, I never much cared for history anymore. Ironic because one of my story ideas IS a historical fiction. God damn you, Amos Garnier! (Punches him in his face) :3
^^^ I find it interesting that 4 people liked this post. All guys. Just sayin'...not implying anything at all!
A friend of mine recently ended her long-term relationship. I confess I'm glad she did, even though it's not going easy on her. Firstly, she's been very unhappy and complaining about the relationship for months (a year?) and I didn't really expect them to work it out. Secondly, the guy has been really annoying me with his bad attitude towards LGBT+ people lately and he's making way too many Nazi jokes for it to still be dark humour only. And last but not least, he's been taking over my vacation plans for our group of friends, turning them into something different entirely. Now it looks like my friend and me will go wild-camping on our own, like I originally proposed.
I haven't been camping in awhile now....dammit. What a shitty summer. Oh, confession: I like the smell of the smoke from a candle recently unlit.
I keep bouncing my shins/knees off my coffee table/dining table, but it isn't intentional. Also, around the backs of my knees, and the fronts of my ankles, my bodies ability to grow hairs is vastly diminished from me crossing my legs.
Couldn't have summed it up better myself. I'm in the same boat, and I hope that it passes for you quickly. I'm not the praying type, but my thoughts are with you.
I occasionally enjoy the smell of other people's cigarettes, even though I don't smoke anymore. Sometimes I find that I long for one.
Confession - in elementary school I was really turned on by a girl because of her extremely hairy arms; I just thought they were so gorgeous!
It's a thing, apparently. I recall seeing mention of research. I love the glow of hairy limbs on pale redheads and tanned blondes, and strawberry blondes. Mmmm. Fur on people-things... I should write a book about that. Oh wait, I am !
