Quick Little Things

First off, Puddin is playing with the toenail clippers I use for her claws. In her time in playing with it, it's moved halfway across my room. I think she's bored with it now, though. She's moved on to the next item in my room. Which is sniffing my floor, but whatever.

Second, I don't know if I've mentioned this in my journals or not, but Nate's been really wanting to give up the ending to Dexter. I have absolutely no fucking clue as to why. This is probably the third or fourth time he's brought it up. A couple days ago, he asked me again and I screeched at him that no, I didn't want him to ruin this whole season.Well, I've been scrolling through Tumblr, is this isn't the first time I've come across this post:

the sexual tension between you and someone when you tell them to shutup and they say ‘make me’

All I can think of when I see this now is how Nate replies when I tell him that he cannot ruin Dexter for me.

Before I can continue, this journal needs another Puddin update. So Abbi bought me a "Free Hugs" t-shirt for Christmas. I still do not even have a clue as to what shirt I bought her for Christmas. She told me it's Firefly themed, but I don't remember what I bought. Just that I bought her a t-shirt. Well, Puddin's moved on to her next object, and she just dragged that t-shirt into my view. I don't even know how. It's way too big for her. I think she's moved on to her next item of mischief.

Which means, I can move back to my second item to explain. The last time Nate and I got into this conversation, he did ask me what I would do if he told me the ending. Kind of, like, y'know - make me stop from telling you the biggest spoiler of the season. I told him I hadn't a clue, but I'd probably attack him. And I probably would have. I was at the cut table when we had this conversation, so I probably would have dropped the peel and ran full tilt at him and just tackled him. I have no idea. If I come back from Colorado and still haven't seen the ending - and I know now that I won't - he's probably going to bug me about that even more. I don't understand his obsession with trying to ruin this season for me. Then again, I don't know him hardly at all as it is.

Um. If I had another thing to talk about, I forgot what it was. So that means the end of this journal. For now. But I'll continue editing it if I think of anything else. Because why not?

First Update:
So Puddin was underneath my feet ... underneath my desk. I think she was chewing on the cords, I dunno. I tried looking under my desk, but she dashed out so quickly that she literally ran sideways across my room. Sideways. She's a fucking rabbit, not a crab.

Second Update:
I lost Puddin. I have absolutely no idea where she went. All I do know is that she's in my room.
... I hope.

Third Update:
I found her. She's back in her cage. Kind of pacing in circles now that she's trapped.