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May. 17th, 2006 12:51 amI have a boyfriend. Officially. He gets jealous when I spend time with the other boys and is constantly starting fights to uphold my honor. He does see other women behind my back (which is something we've talked about and I approve of) though the minute he sees me he wants nothing to do with them, following me wherever I go - but only in the most adorable stalkery way. I've gotten quite used to him swinging by out of nowhere, hovering around my shoulder and frightening whoever I'm talking to at the moment while giving the other couples the ol' Stinkeye. He has no problem with PDA, though sometimes the biting gets a little rougher than I normally enjoy. He's very terse in public and can't stand strangers, but will whisper sweet nothings in my ear when no one's looking. He's a romantic at heart, really.
His name is Olliver, and he looks just like this only less adorable and much more scowley.
My hands are chewed to pieces, but mostly by the smaller lorikeets. Ollie licks them to make me feel better. Which is strange beyond compare and somewhat freaky. *sigh* What does it tell you about my life when one of my closest male companions is twelve inches tall and yellow?
PS - We have an owl off-display at the aquarium named Mad Eye Moody. He's got one eye that's always hugely dilated, and a wing that was broken and healed incorrectly long before we got him. He tends to sit in his cage under a burlap sack and shriek all night. The husbandry staff use him as a teaching encounter animal for kids. Every time I see him I want to yell "CONSTANT VIGILANCE! HOOT, BITCHES!" which is hard to explain to any random mothers strolling through the aviary.
His name is Olliver, and he looks just like this only less adorable and much more scowley.
My hands are chewed to pieces, but mostly by the smaller lorikeets. Ollie licks them to make me feel better. Which is strange beyond compare and somewhat freaky. *sigh* What does it tell you about my life when one of my closest male companions is twelve inches tall and yellow?
PS - We have an owl off-display at the aquarium named Mad Eye Moody. He's got one eye that's always hugely dilated, and a wing that was broken and healed incorrectly long before we got him. He tends to sit in his cage under a burlap sack and shriek all night. The husbandry staff use him as a teaching encounter animal for kids. Every time I see him I want to yell "CONSTANT VIGILANCE! HOOT, BITCHES!" which is hard to explain to any random mothers strolling through the aviary.
