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Mar. 15th, 2007 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI officially touch no vertebrates save cats, bunnies and the occasional human.
Josh carried a turtle across the woods to water it didn't want to be in.
I have no desire to touch a turtle.
I much prefer the soft, indestructible automatons provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
Show me a cockroach, I'll smash its nasty little cockroach brain in.
Show me a lizard, I'm going to stare at it, get creeped out by its answering stare, and run away.
I'd be a defective male.
In other news, this guy in a car stared at me and I make an oath on various unmentionable deities that he was a child molester. The way he leaned over in his car window at the light... his wide, flat eyes roving out across traffic... whenever I tried to discreetly look up, his gaze was still focused unwaveringly into my car. If someone else were in the car and I had more courage, I would have yelled something at him or made a face, but since I was alone, I pretended he didn't exist and looked the other way. It sucks to be an unaccompanied underage female, even if I am allowed out in public with my nose showing and without my brother or father as an escort.
Tall Sasha and I were walking on the service road past a car with its window rolled down. She said we should throw carrots inside, which would attract rabbits from the woods, so they would mate (it's that time of year) and we could then retrieve and sell the children. This is why Russians are awesome.
Josh carried a turtle across the woods to water it didn't want to be in.
I have no desire to touch a turtle.
I much prefer the soft, indestructible automatons provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
Show me a cockroach, I'll smash its nasty little cockroach brain in.
Show me a lizard, I'm going to stare at it, get creeped out by its answering stare, and run away.
I'd be a defective male.
In other news, this guy in a car stared at me and I make an oath on various unmentionable deities that he was a child molester. The way he leaned over in his car window at the light... his wide, flat eyes roving out across traffic... whenever I tried to discreetly look up, his gaze was still focused unwaveringly into my car. If someone else were in the car and I had more courage, I would have yelled something at him or made a face, but since I was alone, I pretended he didn't exist and looked the other way. It sucks to be an unaccompanied underage female, even if I am allowed out in public with my nose showing and without my brother or father as an escort.
Tall Sasha and I were walking on the service road past a car with its window rolled down. She said we should throw carrots inside, which would attract rabbits from the woods, so they would mate (it's that time of year) and we could then retrieve and sell the children. This is why Russians are awesome.
