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[commotiocordis]

A minute or two ago it thundered loudly enough to shake the entire house. Which is cool, normally, but when I'm out here alone and then I don't hear any more thunder for the next minute or so, I'm liable to work myself up into a panic attack speculating on what just blew up. That's my story.

One of our lizards isn't looking good, which is sad. They were fed less than a week ago, and it's skeletal. They've been at mum's school, so I hadn't seen them in a while, but she says that it wasn't like that even two weeks ago. Seriously, it's horrible; its spine sticks up above its back and the tail is all skinny and snake-like rather than the plump thing it used to be. I feel really bad for it, because it's got some odd abdomen thing going on that makes me think that perhaps it's egg bound or something, which we're not really going to be able to do anything about. It's having trouble staying warm, though, as I realized when I took it out a few days ago and set it on a notebook on my lap and it kept insisting on crawling into my hand (which was really cute, actually).

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[chaosity.livejournal.com]

Thunder and lightning turns me on. Storms in general turn me on. There's just so much power being unleashed, all wild and untamable... *shudders pleasantly*

Hee, I am reminded of the time Rachell was sleeping over. So there we were, right, in my bed, and we'd just fallen asleep, when a mothereffing HUGE clap of thunder sounded. So we were jerked violently from our sleep and all that, only I wasn't fully awake. I remember saying to her "I reckon storms are just some big dude in the sky banging rocks together. The thunder is the noise of him banging rocks together, and the lightning is the spark. What do you reckon?"
"...Yeah."

IL sleeptalking. Even if I don't remember half the things I say to her/other friends who are unfortunate enough to be sharing a bed/room with me, which is quite scary when I think about it. Who knows what I could come out with :\

I feel sad for your lizard. Because they're just too cute. I'm really jealous of the way you can just sit it on your lap, and have it try to crawl into your hand. I WANT ONE!
Ooh. I'd love a snake, actually. They're awesome. I had one make itself at home on my neck/shoulders at a reptile place when I was nine, and have been smitten ever since.

[crashcart9.livejournal.com]

There's just so much power being unleashed, all wild and untamable

Hee, exactly. Though summer storms aren't the best, IMO, because it's hot and muggy and miserable forever before and after.

I reckon storms are just some big dude in the sky banging rocks together.

Sleep philosophy makes me smile. I do all my best thinking when I'm right there, between asleep and awake. (Except for lately my brain has been all horny and the good thinking has been pushed away by better thinking of me sexing Terry Farrell.)

Even if I don't remember half the things I say to her/other friends who are unfortunate enough to be sharing a bed/room with me, which is quite scary when I think about it.

Hee. I haven't slept in the same bed as anyone else in ages. No, I take that back, I was in the same bed as my mother and sister in the hotel when we stopped on the trip back up from Texas over Christmas break. But it's crazy rare. I used to pretty much whenever somebody stayed over (not that that was really common, but still), but now that I've gotten older, I haven't had any friend-types spend the night over in easily 5 years. Nobody comes over to my house, either. Which is odd. Though it's never clean, so that may be why.

I'm really jealous of the way you can just sit it on your lap, and have it try to crawl into your hand.

That's the sick one, though. The other (depending on how recently it ate) crawls all over and tries to run away half the time. Which is funny, because it's barely longer from nose to tail than your hand from wrist to fingertip, so you can catch it really easily. It will sit quietly occasionally, but they haven't been handled much in the last few years, as they've been at parents' schools full time (minus the summers), so they're not as good with it as they were when they were babies.

The sick one is looking worse, actually. My dad got it to eat from his hand (whereas I couldn't a few days earlier), and it was looking better for a bit, but wouldn't eat today when we bought them little newborn mice. It tried, but didn't end up being able to actually get it down. She dropped it at one point and later the mouse was gone, though we wager the male ate it (it was trying to grab it out of the female's mouth while she was holding it, which was funny, as it resulted in the male biting the female's nose a few times).

Ooh. I'd love a snake, actually.

I used to have those. A bunch of times. Corn snakes, mostly. Most were albino, which are cool, because they're white and pink. Those were small, though, perhaps 2.5 new pencils long and a thumb's width wide (larger with the mousebump after they ate). I liked those guys.