Sunday, August 26, 2007

Dead Dog's Club


Of course you're not interested in sharing your deathiest canine yarn, so you should. You need a place to commiserate, cry, laugh and bond. Come on by, beautiful babies. Submit pictures, stories. Whatever. Spin and Send.


Oh, wait, you should visit the Dead Dog's Club first.

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The majority of my yesterday was spent pining for The Kid. I went outside and was overwhelmed by the gazillion happy, healthy, rambunctious dogs and dog owners that were out. Not a dead dog in sight, and yes, it pissed me off. I was angry that my dog wasn't part of the pack. The anger turned to sadness. I want him back. I'm still searching for the upside of death.



I wrote. Writing more today. I'm so close to finishing these two particular essays that I need to finish.



I think I'll clean. Oh, CBB. I'd like to have a social call with my sister and my mother. My stomach is bothering me today. I'm a kvetchy, whiny, cunting pain in my OWN ASS today and yours, too. Excited?!



My neighbor fucked Bartholomew last night. I don't know what's more offensive, waking up in the middle of the night to, I'm Cumming, Bartholomew, I'm Cumming, or that he only fucks her once a week. The whole thing is just wrong. At the very least, give the man a nickname. She's not the most creative fork in the silverware tray. I think I'll slip a choice nickname list under her door today. She'll hate me. I can live with that. At the very least, it should stop her from screeching his name when she cums.



We're done for the day. Be sure to visit 6S. Have a fab Sunday, children.

 

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