eyelash crisis!!!

My ambition for removing unwanted hair has gone too far! I was waxing my eyebrows to ward off their rectangular growth pattern when a hot blob got all caught up in the moment and went after my poor unsuspecting eyelashes! Hot wax on your eyelid is not pleasant. Nor is having your eye glued shut while you try to come up with a solution other than ripping out your lashes. Two tragic tugs later, my right eye is looking a little naked. I lost the inner half. Surprisingly, plucking lashes isn't nearly as painful as you'd expect. Not only do i look strange and have a stinging and swollen lid, but I lost the four dollars I spent dying that half an eye of lashes. Ah, woe is me.

I used to buy One-A-Day "Active Women" vitamins, but now they're making a "Mentally and Physically Active Women" version. Can you really walk out of the store with the plain old "Active" version without advertizing to the world that you're a mental slob? This leaves me in a tough spot, because now that I'm out of college I really don't use my brain enough to warrent those extra dimes for the mental variety. Once I get off work (pretty much walking around and petting things) I read novels and pet more creatures and workout and generally loaf around. I don't even play soduku on the toilet anymore, I just read my Rabbits USA magazines.

This looks uncomfortably familiar...

Ahh, the rabbit saga continues. Darling Phil got a new girlfriend, an actual girl this time named Ginger/Boop. Very pretty and very sassy, just the way he likes 'um. The brawl-to-lovin' ratio hadn't yet dropped to healthy relationship level, and there was still a lot of fur flying, but I got my hopes up. Then I woke up one morning and found Phil all sick looking. I took his temp - 106.5! Yikes. So he spent an entire paycheck getting better, and his girlfriend died suddenly and mysteriously in the meantime. All alone again, and lookin to stay that way. Having medicine shoved beteen his fuzzy lips made phil one very angry fellow, ending in a brutal attack...


Although having your pet bunny charge your face can be a bit disturbing, my rabbit book put a positive spin on the problem: "Many aggressive bunnies are on the high end of the IQ range for rabbits!" Oh thank God, because there is nothing worse than a rabbit that's not smart enough to become bitter and plot revenge.

Anyway, now that he's a healthy bachelor again, he's redirecting those viscious inclinations towards parsely (and the occasional computer cord). He's even being sweet provided I don't get out of line and rearrange his things or pet him in his ticklish spots.

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Global Weirding

noun: an increase in severe or unusual environmental activity often attributed to global warming.

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has internet?!? YeeHaw! It was hell to install, and I had to talk to several Indian tech support fellows, but i have fancy smanchy wireless internet, AND a computer to use it with!!! Still don't have sound, alas.

Lolcats has added a new page called "Engrish," full of strange and offensive translation errors. Almost as fun as the failblog!

Live Free or Die Hard is fantastic. I won't give away the ending for you, but wow! Rambo would be proud. Bruce is almost the sexiest old bad ass out there, except... he gets his medical care from a hospital. Clearly he is unaware that you can clean a gunshot wound by dumping gun powder in it and lighting it on fire. Get with the program, Bruce.

My bunny's molting. The mass of fur clumps escaping his person is actually disturbing. I had to do some google research to make sure he wasn't dying of a horrible hair-loss disease. I guess bunnies just do this. What weirdos. I'd take a picture of the fluff-ball, but he's being antisocial and won't come out from under the bed. I don't think he approves of my attempts to train him. Or he's sick of the cat sneezing at him. It is kinda gross. I've discovered that cats, like horses, tend to aim their sneezes at the face. Just makes cuddling more exciting I suppose.

Phil and I've just started in on a regimen of bunny dominance. Phil was getting a little full of himself, attacking helpless cats, hapless dogs, and even my roommate if she entered "his" terriority (my bed and everything under and next to it). I did some reading and have started clicker training him so he has to work for his food and attention. Does this seem ridiculous? Yes, I think so too. Most people just stick their bunnies in cages and avoid these problems entirely. Well, hopefully I'll end up with a content and obedient rabbit... we'll see. Maybe I'll just get him a girlfriend to settle him down (apparently being neutered doesn't exempt you from having needs).

Yesterday the weather completely winterized! My entire self was having a dark and terrifying flip-out. I'm starting to get intense pangs of desire for studying and stress and having professors claim every second of my free time. HALP! I love my job, and I thought that maybe the DDFL was my professional soulmate, but I think getting promoted would mean working management, gag. Who wants to boss people around and make sure to order enough dog food?

An update from my ongoing olfactory research: a GI bleed out is still the worst smell ever... but cat diarrhea comes in a close second! Wow, those beasts can create a stench. I got the opportunity to deep clean the lost and found cat rooms on shelter-wide cleaning day. Yummy.