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[bloodyrosemccoy]

It's quarter to ten and I'm cruising around the kitchen on roller skates making tacos and singing along to my headphones.

... I think I've gone feral.

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[westrider.livejournal.com]

Been there. Well, not in the details (roller skates and me has never been a good combo, but at this point, it'd probably be an instant trip to the ER), but I'm pretty sure I've been close to going feral a few times while living on my own ;)

I used to joke about it sometimes when I was working as a night baker. That the baristas would come in some morning to open, and I'd be hiding in some little nest tucked into the steam pipes, flinging scones at anyone who came near. "Shit. The night baker's gone feral again. Get me the broom" *pokes me out of the nest*

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Hee!

I suppose I can't go TOO feral if my brother comes to live with me, so it'll keep me sane. But on the other hand I might just drag him down with me.

"Dangit. We have to spray for night bakers ALL THE TIME. It's obnoxious when they get into the ducts, but at least the whole building smells delicious."

[westrider.livejournal.com]

At least you can use non-toxic sprays. Solutions of Splenda or Aspartame often work well ;)