i know, right, you’re already thinking, what the fuck do gluten, ghosts, and jackalopes have in common? more than you’d think, my friend, more than you’d think.
these are all things that may or may not be real that i regularly drag eric into conversation about.
just this morning over breakfast i proclaimed something along the lines of well, you know i am skeptical except for ghosts.
i can’t even remember how this came up in conversation as we were at this crazy cafe in east portland that advertised pancakes and steak and was deliciously 80s on the inside like in a your grandmas house in the 80s way and we had the best waitress ever.
regardless the conversation shifted to ghosts, i proclaim my general belief in them. eric’s all like well, this is like an eccentricity you let yourself have, you don’t really believe right?
and i’m all, no i really do believe. i get like a feeling sometimes. i generally believe that feeling is natures gift to me to tell me to get the fuck out of dangerous situations.
i like to regularly tease eric that i’m so much better now because i eat way less gluten. (this is all a lie because i’m not so much better now, i have more energy now and less fogginess, which means i have more energy and focus to put into being crazy). i know gluten is actually a big deal for some people and i don’t generally have huge problems with it, i just feel clearer and better when i eat foods with less gluten (i like to save my gluten consumption for beer), but in general the whole gluten thing reminds me of the anemic thing from college. suddenly everyone was anemic. but he still looks for gluten free things of me and even bought me a gluten free cake on my birthday.
oh the fabled jackalope. i’m going to admit once again that i’m still not sure if they are real or not. i ask eric every once in a while, i’m like, um, i’ve kind of forgotten again, are jackalopes real? and he says that all my talk about ghosts and gluten is worth it because it’s so endearing that i can’t remember if jackalopes are real of not.
i’m now determined to find a taxidermy jackalope to put over our fireplace on the mantel. ideally i will adorn him with spectacles and perhaps a little top hat and most likely a ascot because i like a fancy gentlemanly jackalope. i’m very excited. i intend to tell indie many ridiculous stories about the adventures of the jackalope.
also, i may take up taxidermy as a hobby. let’s not be surprised if this happens.