Most of the people I know are constantly on a quest for something, be it the perfect show, the hair product that will make your hair stand up all night but wont give you spots for the next week (because you gone to sleep pissed and rolled around on your pillow in a stupor all night) or that certain someone who is supposed to be 'the other half of us'...
My friend doesn't understand my love for these rats in cuter outfits. I mean, don't get me wrong, he can see the potential they have for making a pretty scarf but nothing beyond that...
"Squirrel!" I holler while my friend is mid-sentence about his sexual escapades in Regents Park.
"I love how you keep screaming like a 2 year old whenever you see a squirrel". He says with a snigger.
Its true, I am hollering In my pseudo american accent whenever I see one, its little wonder the damn things won't come near me...
We did come across one friendly little creature, when we least expected it... I delve within my Gaultier messenger bag and pull out some of the nuts I have brought with me... The little guy eagerly looks and me, weighs me up for a second, decides he trusts me and clambers up my leg to take the nuts from my hand...
Its often said that we get what we want when we don't really know that we want it, and especially when we don't know its coming... is it fate or is it really a simple case of getting your nuts out in the park?
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What an amazing day. Still would shoot the bastards.
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