
Happy Easter, y'all
I want one!!! :( They're so expensive. I don't know what my infatuation with farm animals is, as of late, but I've twice latched onto the idea of buying a very random farm animal, spur of the moment. It's not a good idea. These little beauties range from roughly $100 to over $1000. But they're much easier to take care of than ducks (which is what I almost plopped down a good chunk on.) Teacup pigs don't grow past your knees, can sleep with you at night and eat fruits and vegetables. They can also be potty trained, are extremely intelligent and supposedly "act out" when they get bored. They like being around other pets or people - they're social animals, how cute! Sometimes, I feel like I AM frickin Reading Rainbow. A Mousefire/Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt show last summer at Dalzell. I miss this.
Person A - "I've got tickets to Wheel of Fortune!"
Person B - "Oh my god! You get to see Dick Carey!"
Person C - "No, we're talking about about Wheel of Fortune - the one with Alex Trebeck."
... Yeah, that literally happened this week.
I bet we would look something like this, which would be cool for a couple of days of course.
I feel like you can tell a great deal about a person from their eyes. I feel as if you can tell if someone is type A or type B, if someone is going through some type of depression, if someone does drugs, if someone is a virgin, if someone is stressed, if someone is hiding an exciting secret.... The list goes on. Within the last week, I saw two different people (in different cities/different times) and was able to tell them specific things that had happened to them within the past week (to be specific, one was "You got kissed last night for the first time in a while." .... I was spot on.) It weirded both of us out. But people carry their thoughts and emotions in their eyes. It's like a secret that they want to tell, whether they should or not. But the truth is, they've already told us- you just have to look for it.
Since I was a little girl, I always thought that one day I would cook for my family. The thing is, I enjoy cooking- inventing recipes, "playing with my food" as it very well may be. But I never have ingredients; I never think to BUY ingredients. So I am left being a self-proclaimed horrible cook that eats Poor Man's Food, aka Ramen Noodles. 