But what do I write about now? I have blank shooting here. Well, I have plenty to talk about, but nothing that should be published for people to read. Hey, I could stop being a pussy and say totally how I feel because, after all, that's what makes a good writer; but I'll be a cunt and keep those things to myself. I know some of you are dying to know what's going on this little head of mine. I must say it's a funhouse with mirrors that will make your face less deformed and your body sculpted like Demi Moore...yes, even the males. Tobie looks hot in a bikini on the beach, let me tell ya.
Speaking of Tobie, my parents want to put him to sleep and I can't handle that kind of pressure this month off. I remember putting my old dog to sleep a few years ago and I laid in bed all day crying. Arnold was the shit and I miss him terribly. I dont blame my parents for wanting to get rid of Tobie, but he's still my dog and I think he's nifty. All of the memories burned in my retina of the countless legs he's humped. I think one of my favorite humping occassions was like two or three years ago. Pretty much everyone was over that day and it was right before Junior year started for me and right before Billy's first deployment. A whole bunch of us played Balderdash (and asshole Greg won...) and right before Darlene, Greg and Billy were gonna leave, my grandma or something wanted a picture of Greg, Billy and Darlene. As they posed, Tobie crept from no where and latched onto Greg's leg. We almost pissed ourselves. Then, the second shot, I believe he tried the same with Billy. Yeah, my dog's a whore. But what kind of home experience will I have without cute brown eyes meeting me at the door? Come to think of it, no one else has brown eyes in my house! My mom, brother and I have hazel eyes and Mel and my dad have blue eyes. Well I can see who belongs to whom now... Either way, I dont want him to die. I'm not sure if I can watch another dog excited to leave thinking they're going for a fun ride in the car with madre, only to never come back again. ick.
Something nicer to talk about? Shit. Shit. Shit. I wanted to get up in an hour or so to go running. I want to run but I'm not sure if I want to do that if I'm tired. I have to go into KB at 1 today. Yippeee. Actually, I'm sorta excited, but I'm still 0_0 about some things. For my readers who have no clue, be glad you have no clue. For those of you who know, eeeeeeeeek. Some things are just awkward at work and no matter what is said or done, we all want to slice one another with box cutters and eat the remains with chop sticks. Since Andrew's ugly, he'd taste bad, so I'd need salt for him. I wouldn't kill Jen for shit (she's too cute!!) and Palma would get to me before I got to her. Actually, it'd be quick and out of nowhere. I'd just stand down aisle four fixing Star Wars toys humming like TJ Bearytales and she'd descend from the ceiling, call my name and when I look ed up, she'd slit me to pieces. Britt is a shortie so she'd have to come from up to kill me. If we were on the ground, I could simply step on her and lick her off my shoe. mhm. That's right. I said it.
Hey! I haven't heard this song in forever...sweeet. Now I wanna dance.
I was laughing so hard last night. Andrew, the poodle video is so much funnier with no sound!!!!!! Dave and Eric: I have a new youtube video to show you when we're back on campus.
Kitten vomit. Yum. Dance party tonight?
I want chicken
I want liver
Meow mix, Meow mix
Please deliver.
.You're a voice that never sings.
.You're freezing over hell.
.You can only blame yourself.
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