3:43 am
at least I logged a few hours of sleep. I can claim that, which is a good thing. insomnia sucks so hard.
I was talking to my dad the other day about louie jew and he asked me how much his surgery was. I told him that with everything, including the vet visit to find out he needed the tplo surgery was, $4,500. here is the conversation:
dad: (in a snarky wise ass tone) why didn't you just put him down?
katie: when you needed open heart surgery, did I say, let's just put him down? no! gaaahhhd.
dad/katie: eruption of laughter ensues.
I sleep with the kitchen light on every single night for two of the most neurotic reasons known to man.
#1) I am terrified I will walk into the kitchen and see creepy crawly cock-sucking-roaches, which I don't even have in the first place. but, for some queer ass reason, I am convinced the light keeps them away.
#2) I fear that louie needs a path to see where his water bowl is. because it's not like he's operating on thousands of years of scent... dumb ass that I am.
it is hotter than a hooker's pussy out here. too hot to breathe. too hot to move. too hot to live. imagine living inside a working girl's twat, that's what it's like outside, un-fucking-bearable.
I need some dental work, a cleaning, a few silver to clear fillings replaced. that's next month's, katie's going into hock, adventures.
one of my oldest and closest male friends always refers to eating pussy as flossing his teeth. even though he REFUSES to dine on an unshaven y. he's so brooklyn.
I could go and try to make myself horizontal, but I'm not tired.
I'll give it a whirl. what's it going to hurt, right? right.
I was talking to my dad the other day about louie jew and he asked me how much his surgery was. I told him that with everything, including the vet visit to find out he needed the tplo surgery was, $4,500. here is the conversation:
dad: (in a snarky wise ass tone) why didn't you just put him down?
katie: when you needed open heart surgery, did I say, let's just put him down? no! gaaahhhd.
dad/katie: eruption of laughter ensues.
I sleep with the kitchen light on every single night for two of the most neurotic reasons known to man.
#1) I am terrified I will walk into the kitchen and see creepy crawly cock-sucking-roaches, which I don't even have in the first place. but, for some queer ass reason, I am convinced the light keeps them away.
#2) I fear that louie needs a path to see where his water bowl is. because it's not like he's operating on thousands of years of scent... dumb ass that I am.
it is hotter than a hooker's pussy out here. too hot to breathe. too hot to move. too hot to live. imagine living inside a working girl's twat, that's what it's like outside, un-fucking-bearable.
I need some dental work, a cleaning, a few silver to clear fillings replaced. that's next month's, katie's going into hock, adventures.
one of my oldest and closest male friends always refers to eating pussy as flossing his teeth. even though he REFUSES to dine on an unshaven y. he's so brooklyn.
I could go and try to make myself horizontal, but I'm not tired.
I'll give it a whirl. what's it going to hurt, right? right.
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Too bad you don't work the graveyard shift like me, you fall asleep after two days of insomnia because the body just gives. Louie wouldn't go for it though.
"I am terrified I will walk into the kitchen and see creepy crawly cock-sucking-roaches, which I don't even have in the first place. but, for some queer ass reason, I am convinced the light keeps them away."
Shit, at one of my work locations, they openly walk in the light...or waddle as it were, living so well off of the food that people think they're leaving for the homeless when they're feeding the rats and roaches.
"I fear that louie needs a path to see where his water bowl is. because it's not like he's operating on thousands of years of scent"
Not just scent, he doesn't need as much light as a human would.
"I need some dental work, a cleaning, a few silver to clear fillings replaced. that's next month's, katie's going into hock, adventures."
Crap!
"I could go and try to make myself horizontal, but I'm not tired. I'll give it a whirl. what's it going to hurt, right? right."
Count sheep. If not them, count Bush-voting Ohio-ans (same difference). I'm kidding, not bitter over Nov. 2004, not me.