My boyfriend and I have some pretty cool pets. I like to talk about them. Sometimes I talk about other things. Sometimes I don't talk at all.

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The look on the prairie dog’s face cracks me up… “I don’t know who that owl thinks he is, standing around down here like that!” (at Perot Museum of Nature and Science)

The look on the prairie dog’s face cracks me up… “I don’t know who that owl thinks he is, standing around down here like that!” (at Perot Museum of Nature and Science)

Zeus LOVES getting himself all wrapped up in any blanket or comforter we leave out…I can’t even get mad bc he’s obviously having a blast and it’s too cute!

Zeus LOVES getting himself all wrapped up in any blanket or comforter we leave out…I can’t even get mad bc he’s obviously having a blast and it’s too cute!

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What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them? By For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl (via oitheresawargoingonhere)

Yes.

Jinxed

Yesterday I realized my allergies have been basically nonexistent for the last week or so.

Of course today my eyes are burning so bad I can’t look at my screen and my nose is running to China and back.

Ugh.

Whoops

Before I started studying for my Neuroscience test tomorrow, I figured out how good I have to do on the test in order to get an A, B, or C in the class. I thought if I knew what to aim for I’d be more motivated to study.

That was a mistake.

Turns out, I can fail my final with a 32 and still get a C in the class.

So far tonight I’ve eaten a bowl of cereal, discovered and resolved an ant infestation in the kitchen trashcan (so THAT’s where the little bastards have been coming from), took some pictures of the animals being goofy, made a new budget worksheet, filled out said worksheet for May, watered all my plants, cleaned up the mess from the cats knocking over the watering can, fed the dogs, and did an abs/butt/thigh workout.

At least I’ve been productive?