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Fpr teh right to eat toiletpaper.
Good thinb i fret w. left, but now wtf an i gong to strum w/?
Badbad snarldog.
He looked sso distraugt adn scared abd submissive afterwarf. Poot thinb looked likw he wad cryinb.
Stupid baddog.\
Blood is funnt. Tastytasty bloodd.
My stunp hurts. I feel liek layng doen. Swirly fairy colors, npw.
Sttangely peaxefu;. Tierd.
Goos nihgt>
tomorrow, i’ll be making an appearance at the Bigger Rd Veterinary Clinic, and then it’s off to see V for Vendetta! wheeeeee!!!
installed a ton of new plugins for my WordPress. still have to get Gravatars, Ultimate Tag Warrior, and In-Series installed. those ‘uns are too heavy to lift at the moment.
Jackie Corley‘s manuscript for At the Slaughter is fantastic so far. everything that made the earlier drafts i’ve read so damn good, and more. when you see it in the bookstores, PICK IT UP. it’s so heavy, and yet such a fun read. a wonderfully tragic story about a wonderfully tragic character. i’m only a little ways through, though. must read more tomorrow, and also figure out how to get networking fixed so i can print it out and read it at work.
picture pages, picture pages,
i am totally pining for Speck right about now.
here’s a couple of pictures of our dog, Speck. it’s nothing short of a bizarre, unexplained phenomenon that he was actually still for these shots. these are the inaugural pictures taken with our new Olympus C740.
today i had to take a pincushion away from Speck. a jesus christing pincushion! what a horrible idiot that dog can be sometimes. lovable, that’s for sure, but a god damned lousy imbecile.
y’know…? as much as i love dogs, and especially Speck, it’s survival of the fittest, and if this dog ends up killing hisself by eating a running jet engine or doing something else that’s incredibly stupid, i will be both mortified and relieved as well as brokenhearted.
what a god damn moron.
yesterday, just a few minutes before we were to leave for work, Speck came out with what looked to me like a skinny long sausage hanging down from his belly. he’s been chewing on his tail, and maybe ass for all i know, so i of course jumped to the conclusion that he must have bitten through the skin somewhere and his lil’ doggie dick came flopping out in all its raw skinless nakedness.
i was literally running around the apartment, shaking, grieving, freaking the fuck out. “oh my god oh my god oh my god!”
i had a boy dog before, a giant Yorkshire terrier. he NEVER got one of those, and i don’t think he was fixed, either.
we was late for work, too.
well, Baron von Snarlsburg, aka Licky the Wonderpup, really likes to play tug!
i figured, being a dog, that i’d just naturally like him quite a bit. i’m a dog person. but he’s just so tiny… i wanted a big beautiful dumb golden retriever or a lab or something with a lotta roughlove built in.
i had no idea how much i’s gonna fall in love with that tiny little thang. Speck is totally up to snuff. what a wonderful little dog.
one of these days we’re gonna have us a digeral camra so we can post up some pitchurs.
for X-mas, Holly got me:
three of my favorite films of all time!!!
and gorgeous, sweet little teenytiny Speck, the wonderdog! part Chihuahua, part Jack Russell Terrier, and all playtime fun!
we’re going to watch Godzilla: Final Wars in a bit.
it’s a wonderful life.
we’re getting a dog tomorrow!
him name be’s SPACEDOG.