True comfort is changing clothes in front of your dog. Ever done it? Anyone with a dog must have at somet point in their lives, right? It never fails that the dog is just sitting there, and you want them to look away but then you realize that they're just dogs and they can't run and tell the Enquirer about your tush or something. So you just do it. And the fucking canine sits there and stares. Do you wonder if they register that you're naked? Do they realize your flaws and what's good about you? It essentially doesn't matter, but sometimes I think my dog fully understand the human anatomy and takes measurements with his beaty little eyes. It's like Tobie watches me get changed and it's burned in his retina until his memory erases and he starts all over again. Is it amazing to dogs to see their owners in the buff? I dont know why I find this so fucking relevant. I was changing into workout clothes today and Tobie sat in the doorway and watched me change. Kind of like his eyes follow a cookie when you wave it in front of his face, his brown eyeballs followed every move I made. Better yet, he was panting while watching me. This can be both creepy and flattering, but for my own self-confidence I'll take this as flattering. He's all like, "Damnnn girl, where you get dat body from. I wanna take a bite outta that. Aye mami!" If you didn't know, Tobie is both Black and Spanish... oh, the amount of racial jokes I can make about my dog--but I'll let you use your imagination.
As of current, I am being lectured by Billy for not going to the doctor sooner. He's been threatening to drag me to the doctor if I don't go soon, or by the time he gets back here. I know he means well, but I can't help but to laugh at his concern only because it's non-stop lecturing. I can't really take him seriously right now. It's hard to take someone seriously like that when they say "you need to religiously your ass to the doctor." Does anyone else find that amusing?! =X lmfao. Stoopid Porchie ;)
Melany and I watched the first two discs of season 1 of Lost. I must say that after the first two episodes, I was hooked. It's a decent show. I wouldn't really consider it a favorite as of now-- it's easy to get hooked on a show without commercial interruption...and nothing else to do. 'Cause, ya know, making cookies, getting soaked with water and breaking glass then cleaning it, gets old after a while. Go figure. Lost makes you think a lot though. I'm a very psychological person so my favorite thing so far has been psychoanalyzing all of the characters and figuring out what they're doing and why. It's very effective and quite often I figure things out early on through this method. Yeah, I suppose it ruins the party, but the writers made it all psychological. Forty some-odd strangers stranded on an island and they all have dark pasts that are surfaced with every episode. Why they're humanitarians, assholes, quiet, sweet, etc, are all explained. It helps to understand their future motives and reasonings. On a skankier, less intelligent note, Mel and I want to fuck Jack, cuddle with Hurley (?) and I want to marry Saiid. He's mysterious, sweet, smart, and has a bangin' Middle Eastern accent. I guess I would be the kind of girl to date a guy that most Americans would consider a terrorist. But he is a sweetheart, so the minute fact that he tortured Americans in the Gulf War can be looked past. I'm just a nice person.
I'm gonna make some dinner. Try and stop me fucksticks.
Why the picture of Dwight? BECAUSE HE'S GOD.
The grocery store, the super-mart, uh - huh,
Little girls still break their hearts, uh - huh,
And men still keep on marchin' off to war,
Electrically they keep a baseball score.
And the beat goes on ...
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