I should be asleep right now, but I don't work til 6:30 tomorrow night, and I am totally caught up in a good book, so I feel justified in staying up late.
Tuesday was my 11 month anniversary with my man, and that is just a huge deal to me. We slept late, went and got some lunch and then stopped in at Petco, where we got fascinated by the hamsters and rats, and the spastic little mice. Oh, and there was one cute guinea pig with really bad bed-head that had some fucked off skin issue, but he was cute too. I wonder what my cats would do if I got a pet rat. There was one female hamster that was going to town on her little wheel, stopping only to make out with the really fat boy hamster in the next cage, it was strangely cute.
The man and I have gotten to a nice level of comfort with each other. Not bored with each other comfort, but the kind of comfort where I don't worry about how I look all the time, even if I go to sleep with my makeup on and look like devil ass in the morning. It's nice, real fucking nice, to have a man that is good to me. I am going to say that I really think I deserve it, I firmly believe that. After wading through douchebags for years, I finally got a good one. He is not here now, and I miss him a lot, but I get to see him tomorrow. I get to curl up on his chest and have him hold me, and then it's all okay.
Tuesday was my 11 month anniversary with my man, and that is just a huge deal to me. We slept late, went and got some lunch and then stopped in at Petco, where we got fascinated by the hamsters and rats, and the spastic little mice. Oh, and there was one cute guinea pig with really bad bed-head that had some fucked off skin issue, but he was cute too. I wonder what my cats would do if I got a pet rat. There was one female hamster that was going to town on her little wheel, stopping only to make out with the really fat boy hamster in the next cage, it was strangely cute.
The man and I have gotten to a nice level of comfort with each other. Not bored with each other comfort, but the kind of comfort where I don't worry about how I look all the time, even if I go to sleep with my makeup on and look like devil ass in the morning. It's nice, real fucking nice, to have a man that is good to me. I am going to say that I really think I deserve it, I firmly believe that. After wading through douchebags for years, I finally got a good one. He is not here now, and I miss him a lot, but I get to see him tomorrow. I get to curl up on his chest and have him hold me, and then it's all okay.
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I suppose cuteness is a survival trait, particularly amongst 'pests'; little furry creatures that we would regard as nuisances suddenly become pampered, adored pets and get cared for instead of exterminated.