this is what i have done so far in october:
ditched class not once, but twice to go to the zoo with megan. i love the zoo. i know it is depressing, but still everytime you go you are supporting it. i am obsessed with the tiger. i want to break him out and snuggle the shit out of him. and these are not the best photos, i still do not have a camera. only a cell phone.
also this cat came into my moms backyard. i think i am attracting wildcats. i think i am destined to own at least 5 cats. there are two lurking around justins apartment too. one killed a pigeon and left it on the side of the building. he will be mine. the one at my moms house was super cute though. i tried to feed it some ravioli, but it was not that into it.
megan found these sweet boots at the rack to go with her purple fringed leather jacket. at 70 dollars, they are a total steal.
i went to denver to hang out with my favorite rats and their rat pets. cool pig and moustache pumpkin were born when kendyl and i made sugar cookies.
we also went on a long long drive up a beautiful canyon to go to a stupa, it was beautiful. see???
it looked like the white witch came through the canyon though, everything was covered in frost. it was so pretty.
kendyl and i went out in our hobo/pirate/lazy outfits. we make a lovely couple.
oh and i got to hang out with pseudo.
i miss you guys!!!
then this guy came to visit for a minute:
soon i will have new neighbors!!! megs and brittany and joey are moving right around the corner from my moms house.
halloween! this year meg and i had planned on being dinosaurs but we are too lazy to sew our costumes. so now i am going to be like a virgin madonna.
and still to come this october:
yelle!!!
tomorrow!!! saturday the 25th, i am so excited!!!
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this was the longest post of the worst/best photos ever. and that cat is super cute (the wildcat) and the wolf carousel is perfect for megan - i think she should do a print of her riding into outer space on one....with the post attached.
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