About Location: Vermont, USA Navigation current Enjoying: In the Flesh: The Cultural Politics of Body Modification by Victoria Pitts: fairly self-explanatory, really"Since I spend my working days studying trends, many of which are downright disgusting, I feel it's my duty after work to encourage the trends I'd like to see catch on, like signaling before you change lanes, and chocolate cheesecake." --Connie Willis, Bellwether Archive
No one likes a girl who won't sober up
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He doesn't see the danger dawning
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August 28, 2007Dizzy in my headThe Princess Wilhelmina Bean Sauce Biteypants is dying. The vet has given her a week to live.Tung-Tung and I have other ideas. I'm sure the Princess is ready to kill both of us: since we found out, one or the other of us has been glued to her side. As I write this, I am sitting on the floor of El Yo's office, petting her mighty self lying next to me in the darkness. Just out of range of the screen's glow, Tung-Tung is lying out on the rug next to the Princess, one large and fluffy back foot gently stretched out to make contact with her toe. Punk. Ever since I got her back home from the vet, I've been trying to curl up next to her, and so has Tung-Tung. The thing about rabbits is that I'm sure he's known a lot longer than the vet and I have. I should have known something was up when Albert started playing nursemaid; that bunny's been sick longer than God, so what he's doing taking care of any of the others should be a clear sign of danger. Hindsight's always 20/20. So as soon as we got back from the vet and I finished my complete and utter nervous breakdown, I started trying to curl up as close as possible to the Princess. It's not easy; she is trying, herself, to stay as still and as far away from everyone--rabbit and human--as possible. I think she's giving points for effort, though, as she did purr a little when I managed to squeeze behind the stove with her. Which was when Tung-Tung arrived. If there is one thing Tung-Tung cannot stand, it's humans trying to do rabbit things. Please, woman! Leave the rabbiting to the professionals! And since then every time I've gone near her, Mr Tungle has come bounding across the floor to casually stretch out between us, or demand her attention (always gladly given in their September-December romance) or just headbutt me in his soft and furry way. I couldn't be more pleased that he's taken charge of all this. Now if y'all will excuse me, I'm going to go over yonder and lose my fucking mind. Of course, anyone who tells the Princess she has a week to live is just asking to see her live much longer out of pure spite. |
