Apologies
I've just read over what I wrote last and it's exactly the sort of navel gazing post I promised myself I'd never make. I do have an excuse, however.
I have these mice, see, that I hunt [1] and I don't know why, but they smell soooo good. Now, the other day I got this mouse a good one and it split open. To my surprise the dry stuff that spilled out was the good smelling stuff. I prodded and poked it for a little then decided to pose a hypothesis.
Question: Does the stuff taste as good as it smells?
Verdict: Yes it does.
Problem: It made me fucked up!
I don't know what it was, but it was potent shit. I ran around the house like crazy for a while, then tired of that I stared out of the window for a while... like 5 or 6 hours (!), then I wrote that LJ post.
So apologies to anyone who's reading this and expected a dose of hilarious commentary on the state of things in my house, but instead got brooding wankery of the highest order. Will return with the funny ASAP. Skinny's away or a couple of days so I'm bound to catch husky doing something stupid.
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[1] Yeah, look I know it's not hunting and the mice aren't alive... how to explain it in terms you'll all understand... Look, hunting is to what I do with those mice, like sex is to one of the boys firing up Suicide Girls and kicking me out of their room. You know it's not the real deal, but what are you gonna do?
I have these mice, see, that I hunt [1] and I don't know why, but they smell soooo good. Now, the other day I got this mouse a good one and it split open. To my surprise the dry stuff that spilled out was the good smelling stuff. I prodded and poked it for a little then decided to pose a hypothesis.
Question: Does the stuff taste as good as it smells?
Verdict: Yes it does.
Problem: It made me fucked up!
I don't know what it was, but it was potent shit. I ran around the house like crazy for a while, then tired of that I stared out of the window for a while... like 5 or 6 hours (!), then I wrote that LJ post.
So apologies to anyone who's reading this and expected a dose of hilarious commentary on the state of things in my house, but instead got brooding wankery of the highest order. Will return with the funny ASAP. Skinny's away or a couple of days so I'm bound to catch husky doing something stupid.
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[1] Yeah, look I know it's not hunting and the mice aren't alive... how to explain it in terms you'll all understand... Look, hunting is to what I do with those mice, like sex is to one of the boys firing up Suicide Girls and kicking me out of their room. You know it's not the real deal, but what are you gonna do?