No Doctor Who. No sex. No nothing. I want to go out and KILL something.
No Doctor Who. No sex. No nothing. I want to go out and KILL something.
From an entry in this journal slightly over a year old: "I can never lose the compulsion to desperately want people to like me and, although it's stupid and I KNOW it, it stings more than it should when someone half a world away doesn't give me as much attention as I want."

I had to click on the comments in that entry to find out who I'd even been talking about. At least the current crush is someone substantial with a good grounding of friendship and shared interests; someone who'll stay interesting once the fizzy, dizzy crush energy dissipates. I may be a big old e-slut but I do have bloody good taste.

In other news, I am debating with myself about letting Squish play ball trailing his long (10 metre) leash behind him rather than keeping hold of it. Pros: he'd be able to run a sensible distance instead of doing lots of little short sprints that he isn't built for. He would really, really love it. Cons: the chance of him taking off and me not being able to grab/step on the leash in time to stop him running out of the park. It's a relatively small chance, smaller than it's ever been - his recall has improved amazingly. He responds instantly now under nearly all circumstances - but I know him, and I also know none of it would stand up to a running cat. And Squish, unlike Spike, has always been hard to re-engage once his attention is lost. I don't know how far his new, learned responsiveness would counteract that tendency. I'd be grateful for any thoughts. What would you do if he were yours?
From an entry in this journal slightly over a year old: "I can never lose the compulsion to desperately want people to like me and, although it's stupid and I KNOW it, it stings more than it should when someone half a world away doesn't give me as much attention as I want."

I had to click on the comments in that entry to find out who I'd even been talking about. At least the current crush is someone substantial with a good grounding of friendship and shared interests; someone who'll stay interesting once the fizzy, dizzy crush energy dissipates. I may be a big old e-slut but I do have bloody good taste.

In other news, I am debating with myself about letting Squish play ball trailing his long (10 metre) leash behind him rather than keeping hold of it. Pros: he'd be able to run a sensible distance instead of doing lots of little short sprints that he isn't built for. He would really, really love it. Cons: the chance of him taking off and me not being able to grab/step on the leash in time to stop him running out of the park. It's a relatively small chance, smaller than it's ever been - his recall has improved amazingly. He responds instantly now under nearly all circumstances - but I know him, and I also know none of it would stand up to a running cat. And Squish, unlike Spike, has always been hard to re-engage once his attention is lost. I don't know how far his new, learned responsiveness would counteract that tendency. I'd be grateful for any thoughts. What would you do if he were yours?
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