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Another one about my rats
May. 8th, 2008 04:14 pmYour skin is so smooth, I couldn't afford you with hair
You have all the holes real girls have got plus one for the air
Your problems are simple, I don't need my Masters in Psych
To know if you get down I just perk you right up
With a couple of squirts with the pump off my bike
Oh oh, utter fail in the studying department today. I can't make a single fact about the sentral nervous system stick in this beautiful weather. I found that I could just as well let Brownie get his first taste of spring and grass and sunshine.
Now, we have had some difficulty with the red ferret harness on our trial runs. Brownie was not happy, so I found a deserted square of grass with few escape alternatives, tensed my running muscles and let him go without.
I was surprised to find that Brownie, who usually can't wait to run from my hands to explore every possible nook in his surroundings, flat out refused to leave the shade of my legs. With some bumping and pushing he made it clear exactly how he wanted me to sit to better shield him from whatever he didn't like, and gave a frustrated squeak every time I tried to make myself more comfortable.
When that was taken care of, he made his big discovery, which I think in rat-speak would translate to something like "Holy shit! All this is edible?!" becoming a superpowered grass-munching machine.
Ah, good day. Feeling optimistic, I let him sit on my shoulder for a short walk through the student village. Which is how I come to learn that Brownie absolutely hates direct sun, even for a moment. I was not prepared for him using my (naked) arm as a monkey bar to get in the shade. Now I look like some sort of deranged cutter.
Oooh, but a lovely day. I'm trying to not think about the possibility of being evicted in the middle of the exam period (but that's a long story for another day) and instead just meeellow out.
Also, this YTMND might be several years old, but I found it yesterday and I haven't laughed like that for ages. "You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons". And I think the guy doing it got a wonderful sort of Nick Scovell/Audrey Hepburn thing going, but that might just be because I'm deranged.
You have all the holes real girls have got plus one for the air
Your problems are simple, I don't need my Masters in Psych
To know if you get down I just perk you right up
With a couple of squirts with the pump off my bike
Oh oh, utter fail in the studying department today. I can't make a single fact about the sentral nervous system stick in this beautiful weather. I found that I could just as well let Brownie get his first taste of spring and grass and sunshine.
Now, we have had some difficulty with the red ferret harness on our trial runs. Brownie was not happy, so I found a deserted square of grass with few escape alternatives, tensed my running muscles and let him go without.
I was surprised to find that Brownie, who usually can't wait to run from my hands to explore every possible nook in his surroundings, flat out refused to leave the shade of my legs. With some bumping and pushing he made it clear exactly how he wanted me to sit to better shield him from whatever he didn't like, and gave a frustrated squeak every time I tried to make myself more comfortable.
When that was taken care of, he made his big discovery, which I think in rat-speak would translate to something like "Holy shit! All this is edible?!" becoming a superpowered grass-munching machine.
Ah, good day. Feeling optimistic, I let him sit on my shoulder for a short walk through the student village. Which is how I come to learn that Brownie absolutely hates direct sun, even for a moment. I was not prepared for him using my (naked) arm as a monkey bar to get in the shade. Now I look like some sort of deranged cutter.
Oooh, but a lovely day. I'm trying to not think about the possibility of being evicted in the middle of the exam period (but that's a long story for another day) and instead just meeellow out.
Also, this YTMND might be several years old, but I found it yesterday and I haven't laughed like that for ages. "You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons". And I think the guy doing it got a wonderful sort of Nick Scovell/Audrey Hepburn thing going, but that might just be because I'm deranged.
