Today I went and bought somethings for the Rabbit.

I got her two litter boxes, one is a small cat box, the other is made for rabbits, it's curved to fit in a corner(thats where rabbits like to "go"). The cat box is cheaper, so I hope she likes that one better , because...well..it's cheaper to buy those than the rabbit ones.

I also got her some hay, and a hay ball for her to play with. She seemes to like the ball, she's nosed it around a little.

I also got her a brush, and some waterless bathing cloths. Rabbits clean themselves like cats, so they are prone to intestial blockage if they shed too much. Since you are not supposed to get rabbits wet, I got the cleaning cloths to keep her clean without making her sick. She does a pretty good job of keeping herself clean, but sometiems he feet get dirty.

I also got her a rabbit leash. I was thinking it would be nice to be able to take her to the park, and let her be outside, since she can't go outside at our apartment. She doesn't like it right now, but like with dogs, leash training takes some time.

My rabbit freaks me out, sometimes.

She will just lay in a corner, or in the floor, and be really, really still. It doesn't look like she moves, breathes, blinks, anything, for a few minutes...then she will just hop up and walk away.

She also started following me around, when I let her out just now. She is weird.

But cute.

Like a hippie.

Oh and anothing thing. We take drugs to make us feel like kids again, free of responsiblites and stress, like when we were kids. It also makes everything seem new and impressive, again, like when you were a kid.

Just thought you should know

www.cuteoverload.com
it's a really nice site, with lots of cute animal pictures.

Well, school is alomst over, I decided to go on a diet, and I cannot wait for turkey and stuffing.

Yay, another year has almost past
I remember when I was a kid, a year was an unfathomable time, time was measured in weekends and afternoons spent riding bikes. Now a year, just seems like another chunk of time, in an endless stream of time. But at the same time, I am terrified of what happens when time stops. Being an adult is both hard, and sucky. I can pull off the "fuck society" attitude, and the lounging now, but fuck, what will I do when I'm thirty? Will I be wearing crappy clothes with a fat butt, watching my son go off to play football while I stay home cooking? I don't think I handle that. My stablity is fading. Eleven is when we waved goodbye, eleven is standing still, waiting for me to free her, by coming home.

I miss being a kid....