I Have a New Pet

[shanmonster]

His name is Scroffy (as in scrofulous), and is a rather ugly pigeon. His head looks like it's moulting, and his feathers are an unattractive mix of greys, iridescents, and shit brown. Scroffy lands on my balcony every day and unabashedly begs for food. He even comes to the screen door and tries to come inside, but I won't allow that. I don't need bird lice and pigeon shit in my already ugly carpet.

I'm willing to bet that if he and Princess Tubby got together, that Tubby would try to kick his ass. She's aggressive, that way.

I was planning on spending the day at school, working on my project, but plans seem to be made for the sole purpose of total destruction. Instead, I went to the gym (f00 helps me with some gravity stretches), and afterwards, as I was preparing to leave for school, I received a phone call from a woman who wanted to see my selection of dance costuming. So I set up a souk in my livingroom. It's bloody impressive. I have a lot of really cool stuff, from CDs and books to swords and full costumes. Anyhow, she ended up buying a hip scarf, but said she'd tell all her friends about my stuff.

I was a bit surprised at her cool reaction, though. When she walked into my little corner of Cairo, she didn't bat an eye. Are new dance students so jaded? If I'd been her, I would have been drooling over all sorts of stuff, but she didn't even take the quickest of peeks at any of the costumes or CDs. Ah well.

Afterwards, I picked up a few groceries, and was still determined to get to school. But now that I'm home, I'm really, really tired, and I think I need another nap. School is wearing me right out!

And I teach a dance class tonight. I need to prepare for that, too. Plus, I need to study. I suspect there will be a pop quiz tomorrow in my stone-setting class. Ugh.

In other news, bandages won't stay on my sawn finger, and the slit looks like a misplaced vagina. Thank goodness it's at least no longer menstruating!

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[fourcorners.livejournal.com]

I knew a stripper once who had a pet pigeon. She kept a picture of it in her wallet, and showed anybody who asked. She told me she'd go on walks with it perched on her shoulder, and that it was quite affectionate. I'd have to see any of that to believe it