and so metaphorical for life; right when you think you have it defined it mixes it all up on you without actually going anywhere.
it's a mouse, not a lizard.
and it is still behind the dresser.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
this just happened
a lizard ran into my room from under a crack in my outdoors-door i've noticed before, but never realized the full implications of, and i discovered my immediate reaction to be, uttered in what i hoped were loud, commanding tones: 'WHAT THE FUCK, ANIMAL?'
and then he went and sat behind my pink dresser, and i just sat there too, only in my bed, and thought about how i should probably do something, but all i could think of, and eventually did do, was open my door to the less-inviting outdoors and then go bang the lid of a hard, vintage suitcase i keep some shoes in, against one side of the pink dresser.
unless he is supremely wily, which i don't really want to consider at great length, he is still under there, even as we speak. neither possibility is really what i'm looking for in life, right now, sorry lizard - yes, you, i realize you are a LIZARD, not an ANIMAL - but i'm glad we had this talk, i really am.
and then he went and sat behind my pink dresser, and i just sat there too, only in my bed, and thought about how i should probably do something, but all i could think of, and eventually did do, was open my door to the less-inviting outdoors and then go bang the lid of a hard, vintage suitcase i keep some shoes in, against one side of the pink dresser.
unless he is supremely wily, which i don't really want to consider at great length, he is still under there, even as we speak. neither possibility is really what i'm looking for in life, right now, sorry lizard - yes, you, i realize you are a LIZARD, not an ANIMAL - but i'm glad we had this talk, i really am.
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