Getting Sexed Up.
0October 31, 2020 by sandwichcontrol
By the Manitoban grease monkey Jesus.
What a fucking week.
Yesterday I had to take Eazy to the vet because one of his bottom canines had turned 180 degrees and was snaggling out of his mouth.
Turned out the root was rotting out and the vet was able to easily pull the tooth.
This was the first time Eazy had been to see this vet, so naturally he charmed everyone in the office with his laid back handsomeness.
And they let me keep his rotting tooth.
I’m thinking of making it into some kind of jewelry.
Maybe a cool single dangly earring ala the Lost Boys.
That’s not too midlife crisis-esque is it?
Maybe I’ll get a motorcycle.
I can wear my leather jacket again now that I’ve got in better shape from the running.
Maybe, I’ll just become a vampire, too.
I like this plan.
Maybe that’s why I react so poorly to blood leaving my body.
It’s my body telling me that blood needs to go into my body and not out of it.
And that lady on the meditation program we’ve been doing keeps telling me I need to listen to my body more.
Guess I’ll take up drinking again.
Drinking blood.
Thanks body.
I appreciate you for telling me what you need to make us the best us we can be.
Here’s a photo of me pretending to sleep on the stairs in the house…
Today is Halloween.
And people are making me participate.
They’re bribing me with Reese’s pumpkins.
So at least there’s that.
Tomorrow I’m going to attempt to rest.
See ya’ on Monday.
More soon. ~SC
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