Diary · full logbook
All my logs, newest first. Start anywhere, each page has 1–4 real photos.
162 pages and counting
I am Azmi, writing from Meknes, and my flat currently belongs to a four-month-old boy whose hormones arrived like uninvited guests who immediately claimed every chair. He roams in loops,…
I am Azmi, writing from my small flat in Meknes, and I need to open with a confession about my ugly-pretty boy: he wastes hay like it is his job,…
I am Azmi from Meknes, and I survived our first vet visit ever today. Subject: Oreo, swaddled, grumpy, glorious. Official vet assessment, only slightly joking: vicious and scary. Actual growl…
I am Azmi, reporting from my couch in Meknes, where a small miracle of physics happens every night. She is so much bigger than him, and the arrangement is perfect:…
I am Azmi from Meknes, and I have been away for a week, and I need to say it out loud: I miss the stupid fluffy butt so much. Does…
I am Azmi, writing from Meknes, and this post is a petition. Not a formal one with stamps and queues, just a diary page with its hand raised. I am…
Good evening, Meknes. I am Azmi, and I have called this meeting because my rabbit has turned into a potato. Not near a potato. Not like a potato. A potato.…
Before bunny, my house in Meknes smelled like a candle shop. I am Azmi, and I will admit it plainly: I burned candles daily, waved incense around like I was…
My name is Azmi, I work in Meknes, and I have done the maths on my salary. After transport, groceries, and the serious business of keeping a roof over our…
Get a bunny, they said. It will be peaceful, they said. I am Azmi from Meknes, and I would like to present, for the consideration of the diary, the latest…
I am Azmi, I live in Meknes, and last week I stood in my kitchen holding a bowl of greens and feeling extremely judged by two small rabbits. Grace and…
I live in Meknes with a small mixed household, and I have stopped trying to explain it to visitors in one sentence. I am Azmi, I keep a rabbit named…
