or soberly sincere?
yesterday, someone commented on this pic i posted ages ago:
their comment:
Horses are amazing creatures. This photo is a picture of an athlete which most likely just finished some sort of an event/competition and is being cooled down. He's extremely fit, amazing anatomy, most likely intelligent and loves whatever sport it's in. What I don't understand is why these creatures will tolerate ignorance and still try their very best to please you. Horses will die trying to do something you ask it. Even when it knows it's killing it's self. Far to many people have killed the spirit of a horse and that's what a majority of people will see. Nothing more than a brainless, depressed, walking corpse that people call "trail horses". That's NOT a horse anymore. At that point I can understand why so many people think the things they do.
is 4 days after the fact too late to still be calling my misery a hangover?
E sent me this (from):
we fawned. then:
E: N doesnt really care for them. I think we're decidedly terrier people, however if it was just me I would absolutely go to a wiener dog rescue and give them names like Posieden and Hercularium.
me: haha, in the bizarro universe where we are a lesbian couple, we have two rescue wiener dogs we dote over. I don't like to choose favorites, but Odysseus is my baby
E: really, odyssues sometimes is a little too possessive of his manhood for me. I like Doe better (short for Doethenium)
so neat; better large; likely best in real life. by this guy.
today at work my boss fed me half a shot of Portuguese moonshine. Despite smelling like nail polish remover, I was all zen about it and it went down easy. The nice warm feeling was almost worth the ridiculous amount of rubbing alcohol burps I had over the next few hours. lesson learned: gulping moonshine makes it go down easier, but also means it'll talk back.
fucking horse girls. they continue to creep me out.
holy fuck. what if I end up have a kid, a girl, and I deny her horse riding lessons (which I will) and as a result she develops a fascination with them. with the forbidden. and then she becomes the ultimate creepy horse girl! oh god!
american apparel and LOLcatz (LOLdogz? is there one?)
well Dov, looks like your Am Ap advertising schtick has officially reached its half life.
So I'm dogsitting, and the dog is charming but a little nervous. A medium-large dog. Rufus. Two nights ago: Even though the apartment was super hot, I decided to stay the night with him. good thing. at 1:00am Big-D called me. After talking for a while, Rufus started freaking out, but I thought it was from my talking. nope. massive liquid diarrhea all over the floor.
An excerpt from the email I sent Big-D the next day-
oh lord. So last night after cleaning up the puddle of shit, I took Rufus the dog out for a little walk, in case he needed to do another. he did. It was good that it was 130 am so that the world didnt have to watch my dog liquid shit (I would have just muttered how it isnt my dog, which I did when he peed on someones bike). It was bad that it was 130am because I stupidly went out braless in my slinky sleep tank top. Middle of parkdale at 130 am is not the time to be wearing that unless you are looking to score crack at a discount.
I thought last night was bad. this morning Rufus fucking left a puddle of shit on the carpet! so so so much worse! the sounds it makes coming out of his ass will haunt me forever. I had planned on nutella for breakfast (I kid you not).... but after spreading over my toast, I couldn't bring myself to touch it.
Falling asleep in a haze of shit smell was not fun. There were several more puddles of poo after that, but all outside thank god. So the world did get a chance to watch the dog liquid shit after all. I won't get into the logistics of dealing with that. I've already gone into way too much detail.
ok, I'm busy busy, but I can spare 5 while the dishes soak. My super cool cousin and her boyfriend were in town from BC this weekend. Me: Swearing up and down the whole time the the weather isn't usually like this(cold and rainy); in my experience, a shakey sentiment at best in any location.
At The Red Room, we had a table near the stairs to the washroom [ever notice that every Toronto bar has their washrooms at the bottom of a steep and rickety set of stairs?]. A rat, not a mouse, a huge fucking rat comes running up the stairs and under the shoe of the nearest fella. I made large hand gestures and unintelligible half words, it fled back down the abysss before anyone else saw. It made another appearance as I was leaving the washroom, this time another girl was there to witness it too. I'm a social shrieker- I do it if everyone else is doing it. She did it. I did it. I always get embarrassed at my primal girly scared sounds. but there it was.
Just as I was trying to convince myself that the Red Room beer taps were clean enough to get draught from without getting doubly hung the next day. Alas, the next day beer shits, along with the rat, indicated otherwise.
oh its been a while. I've been busy hanging out with my new friend:
I added the glow to convey the dream like state the two of us were in when we were together. sometimes, everything just clicks.
wiki told me that
-They comprise the Gluto (Latin for Glutton!) branch of the weasel family. Love them already.
-They give off a strong stink; common nicknames include "skunk bear" and "nasty cat."
-they sometimes steal other animals kills: apparently one has even been observed fighting a black bear! That’s 27 pounds versus 400-500 pounds. Right on, reminds me of my late great weiner dog Gertie. So scrappy. They can even kill a moose...usually while it’s weak. Fine with me!
-They hunt when needed but are more than willing to feed on any dead or dying animal they find. Resourceful!
-cool: Their bodies can hold onto sperm for several months before letting it meet the egg... waiting until the perfect moment to be pregnant. If only.
-No natural predators. Humans aren’t natural apparently
-They're loners who like their space. I can respect that.
It's huge! woah man. It can open coconuts with its pincers! (man I love that word. putting it on the list)Holy shit, I have to use a hammer and nail! It likes to steal shiny things like pots and pans. They're born in the water but after a month they head for land... and then forever lose the ability to swim or breathe under water. Wouldn't it be cool if humans spent the first year of their life under water! Instead of strollers, we'd have little aquariums on wheels.
other things wiki told me:
-They mate "quickly and frequently"
-They are scavengers and are willing to steal from one another. hah, those buggers
-They live alone in underground borrows. Another nocturnal critter
-they live 30-60 years.
-If you get pinched by one it will hurt a lot. You should tickle their belly to get them to stop.
