Rambling
For some reason, the only affectionate nickname that I have ever felt natural using is "fuzzbutt." I'm not sure why, and it's hardly a flattering term to use on an unsuspecting person, but any time I try to think of another word, there it is, all over my tongue, tripping up any attempt to say any conventional endearment.
I had a dream last night where there was a wild mouse in the bathroom, but rather than let it run away we caught it by the tail over and over again, keeping it there even though it tried to bite my hands, until it was tame and let me pet it. "My, you're a handsome mouse," I complimented him to make him feel more at ease. "Are you sure you're not a rat? What a strong jaw you have, and how big you are!"
My, wouldn't it be lovely to be healthy again? One could say that may I need... A Doctor? Yes? ...Ah, well, it was worth a try.
Yes, I'm aware that I'm being pointlessly bizarre, but I can't help it; it's fun!
I had a dream last night where there was a wild mouse in the bathroom, but rather than let it run away we caught it by the tail over and over again, keeping it there even though it tried to bite my hands, until it was tame and let me pet it. "My, you're a handsome mouse," I complimented him to make him feel more at ease. "Are you sure you're not a rat? What a strong jaw you have, and how big you are!"
My, wouldn't it be lovely to be healthy again? One could say that may I need... A Doctor? Yes? ...Ah, well, it was worth a try.
Yes, I'm aware that I'm being pointlessly bizarre, but I can't help it; it's fun!