how come that on days where i’m miserable, gross, unshowered and hungover, walking quickly through the rain trying to get shit done, i get catcalled and complimented by random guys?
i’ve been thinking that i really want a guinea pig. i want a pet, and the idea is that they hopefully poop less than bunnies, and they’re smaller and easier to take care of than dogs.
because of the lack of space in my 150 square feet room (as a result of the recent addition of a bed and a couch), i was thinking i could loft the cage to the ceiling, and then put tubes running along the moulding in the entire apartment. that would be pretty sick.
the following conversation just took place between me and my boyfriend: “what are those thingies called?” “what thingies?” “the white wood stuff that runs along the ceiling.” “moulding. m-o-u-l-d-i-n-g.”
