22/07/2003 - 11:39 a.m.

That's all I've got to tell you.

Not a whole lot going on, but there are a lot of things on my mind.

Firstly, olive oil and I have not had anything in common for a short while now. Think about that one a little bit and you'll probably get it. If you don't, well, you probably don't want to know. That's a development I did not expect by this point in my life, but not one that I intend to regret any time soon.

Nathan and I are about three months now. I've been reveling in it because it's been almost three months of exclusive uninterrupted the two of us, which I've never had with anyone before. We probably won't have that chance again in the next two or three years (because we both fully intend to be together that long), so we are taking the best advantage of it that we can.

As is apparant, I have lost the longing for, yet at the same time, fear of physical touch that I have had for the past five years. It's interesting to realise that I have been so quickly changed. I'm still not absolutely comfortable with every type of everything, but I'm much much better than I was, and I'm happier this way.

It has always been my desire to have a dog someday. Nathan has a slight fear of animals- especially dogs. He suggested the other day that maybe we work our way up with animals, starting with fish. I refuse fish absolutely- there's just something unhuman about them. You can't really make friends with a fish, I want a cuddly pet.

Nathan is moving into an apartment next year, and the possibility of a caged pet opens up. I balk at hampsters, guinea pigs and gerbils because every Kindergarten classroom has one. Nathan said no to ferrets and hedgehogs because of their slightly "nefarious" natures. (Mrs. Tiggywinkle, nefarious?) This morning my brother suggested Degus. (Look them up yourself, I can't be arsed to give links all the time.) They're related to the chinchilla, but considerably cheaper, as well as much more exotic than your everyday hampster.

All I am saying is give Degus a chance.