I was almost run over by a squirrel on Wednesday...
no, I didn't type that wrong, I was indeed almost run over by a squirrel...they get insanely bold up at the College...
I'm sitting there on the grass sketching this dude on a bench (who's probably sitting there thinking "wtf, why does this chick keep staring at me?") and all of a sudden this squirrel comes barreling down a tree, makes a mad dash across the lawn, and skids to a stop about a foot in front of me. It looks at me in a very "wtf, that's not a tree!" fashion, chitters ala your stereotypical indignant squirrel, and races around me and up the tree on the other side of the lawn, leaving me to stare at the spot a foot in front of me that was, only seconds previously, inhabited by an indignant grey fluffball, and simultaneously think, "WTF?" and "Fluffy!"
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"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything." -Friedrich Nietzsche
pssst, Morrigan, tokidoki shashin wa ii...
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