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.

what's up is

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.


design by