The problem with a dog that big climbing onto the bed with you is that (aside from being ginormous, pushy space hogs), just their breathing shakes the bed.
Bed at 3, up at 6, out for coffee at 7, random fic for a couple of hours since then, and now I do believe it's nap time.
Facebook is evil, they say.
I was woken up by a call telling me I'm teaching on my own today. Which I was totally expecting, even though she wasn't expecting to make it. And then my mother called.
Not sleepy, although I was expecting a Percocet hangover since I took a bunch not that long ago. Fuck, last night was painful.
I'm trying to work out sensible grocery shopping for this coming week, so my mother and sister wouldn't starve to death in my absence. But then I go to the supermarket and taste aged cheddar with fig spread and fall in love with that.
Daily Pup - pretty cute but that disturbing picture of the pup with the doll. . . kind of ruins the mood.
Also, the pup with the giant fluffy cat on the other side of the window - danger! (The cat looks like my cat Tanuki.)
But I love that they put her (pup) in a pink sparkly collar.
Etiquette question: If you and two other nubile ladies are at dinner with a guy and some chick walking past makes fuck-me eyes at him, you're allowed to choke a bitch, right? I mean, it's totally not her business that one of the women is married, another jailbait, and one utterly broken. I get to cut her, I'm thinking.
Without any doubt, choke the bitch. That was an easy call.
some chick walking past makes fuck-me eyes at him, you're allowed to choke a bitch, right?
note to self:
watch out for ita when eyefucking hotties.
Yeah, wow. I'd better stay off the eyefucking while ita is around!! (ita, would HE be allowed to cut a bitch if she was eyefucking YOU?)
That facebook thing was both kinda scary and wildly paranoid, at the same time. Whoah.
Ladies, feel free to ogle mine. I consider it a compliment!