School tends to stop me from finishing a book. I've had the Feminine Mystique for about a year or so I believe. I stopped reading the first time because of my newly acquired obsesssion with Wuthering Heights. That book was also delayed, and after a few months when I had no other obligations I returned to Betty Friedan's work. I was yet again by something or other, and eventually I went out and bought the book, so I wouldn't have to keep checking it out. At the moment its sitting in a box at my friends house, waiting to be shipped to me, so I can read it again. I think I'll have to reread it, I'm pretty positive that I will. The book isn't boring, its just hard to keep awake with because of the way its written. I will finish it...one day.

Red Fox Pup(s) Morro Bay, CA 27 May 2008

I would find my exotic and wild new pet on long awaited road trip with my closest friends. In our beat up silver van, we'd be speeding down an empty road with dirt, rocks, and crispy looking plants lining the side of the paved gravel. At some point one of us would start to whine about a bathroom, and other would point out the immediate obvious, and something along the lines of, "There is no bathroom for miles..." we'd all agree, and set to thinking of how to resolve the problem, making us acutely aware of our own increasing bladder volume. The driver would pull over, watching the empty road for people passing by, saying, "Piss in the twigs or hold it." They would then exit the vehicle to find their own bundle of twigs to relive themselves. Soon enough my curiosity would get a hold of me, promoting me to investigate the whimper a distance away. Therein would lie the fox, would become Le Rouge King, just for fun. He'd be a vicious one at first, coming around at some point, a baby to I might add. As for my new lifestyle...why ruin the moment?