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still feels like Monday


The grey has reappeared in the last hour or so.  As I was driving to work it was parting, separating in a lumpy, wadded balls of grim bleakness, while letting the brilliant, dreamy, springtime morning sun shine through.  But alas, it seems the sun has lost.

To combat the grey I am wearing bright red shoes.  I find it helps quite a bit.

I don't think a single intelligent sentence left my mouth last night.  Sure I was exhausted, but it was more rabbit induced brain damage causing me to say things like, "Who's a bunny? You're a bunny!" and "No pizza for bunnies!"  This a is a sure sign that the bunnikins need a much better home than I can provide for them.

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Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

6 thoughts on “still feels like Monday

  1. Replace "bunny" with "baby" and you're living my life.

  2. Ha! I think your's is a little more labor intensive than mine. I just have to cut up vegetables and clean the cage once a day.

  3. oh man, i just saw this craigslist ad and i can not stop laughing. i've got a fenced in yard, but you seem to be starting a petting zoo of your own, so i thought i'd give you first dibs:http://nashville.craigslist.org/zip/626539236.htmlby tomorrow, you could be saying "no pizza for pudding!"

  4. OMG! What is wrong with people!?!?! Hopefully Kassie won't see this.

  5. I saw this and thought of you: Bacon Flowchart

  6. HA! Yes, we have it printed at the house. "But I hate getting hot bacon grease on my junk even more…"

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