I had another, separate thought that probably had more meaning than the zoologist one but unfortunately the printer jammed on my communication part of my brain, leaving only some ink stains of emotion
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an alien zoologist would study humans
there needs to be more lounging places in this house that isn't just the living room
it took longer than expected before the cacophony of bad movies rang throughout the house but I should count myself lucky that it's not a bad multi season cop show because the movie has the decency to end in a couple of hours
and the house is pandemonium; woe
after a blissful week of quiet I will have this peace broken in less than two hours and I accept this with the same acceptance that an animal going to a slaughterhouse would have mixed with the same unwillingness
I deeply dislike the spring forward and fall back mistakes of time as they do not do anything beneficial for anyone; I was excited a few years ago when I read a couple news articles about people proposing to dismantle that stupid system but here we are. years later. nothing's improved.
paused to sneeze and my armrest (dog head) looked at me like I've committed every crime but I get to remind him that he chose this life
taking a little break from softly headbutting my laptop to say that eating chips with chopsticks is easy and fun
I found where the heated blankets were hidden~~~
the musher that had to field dress the moose he shot has done so incorrectly and thus is in trouble ooooh
it is 5 degrees above freezing so today is a glove day whoo. (this is sarcastic, I'd rather not have to wear gloves all day to keep feeling in my hands)
ah, my hands are so nice and toasty
it's a little nippy so I am wearing my sleep gloves whilst awake...how scandalous and toasty...kneecaps my typing speed tho
The glassy mirror of HelloHound: so narrow-minded as to rival a pinhole, with the fiery hate in triplicate to boot. Constantly clutching their heads in emotional pain, clawing at all human parts within reach in animalistic loathing, devoid of the ability to focus on simple, enjoyable moments.
nothing like the smell of wet pavement in the late afternoon
dang that was a good meal
pov dog in lap
y'all oughta look up a picture of a rhinoceros rat snake because it's so much
pretty much forgot about trash day until I heard the garbage truck in my neighborhood and essentially launched dog off my lap while chanting "fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" until I raced the bin to the street. I made eye contact with one of the garbage men.
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