Saturday, October 2

Do you think that when white boys dance they're actually doing the rain dance because it won't stop raining up in this piece. Fing boys with no rhythm!

Friday, October 1

Been busy dealing with issues...missed work and blog postings. Will think of funny stuff when happiness returns.

Would i be a good CSI investigator? How about a criminal profiler. I could do that.

Tuesday, September 28

When I first got my dog, Parker, I wanted to kill him. I think I had postpartum depression. Anyway, he was an annoying little puppy and I wished he would run away and/or get hit by car.

How my sentiments have changed. At 2am, I let Parker out by himself since I was a) too lazy to put on my glasses and shoes, b) wanting to do something on the computer. He didn't come back for a good twenty minutes and I started to freak, just a little bit. Usually, he comes back after five minutes, but this was way too long.

I ran around the neighborhood shaking a cup of dog food, trying to lure him back into my arms. Unlike the previous months, where I wished he would just disappear, I really wanted him to come home.

After ten minutes of searching, I gave up. I know, I have such drive and motivation to find my beloved dog that I lasted a whole ten minutes. I hopped into bed and hoped that by morning he would be at my doorstep. Once I got under the covers, I heard tiny scratches on my door. Parker came home!

Oh, how I missed that bugger. He came home to me. He loves me and I him!

Billy Madison would scream at me for giving up so easily.

When it rains, the pimps come out. Business men with big long umbrellas use their portable awnings as pimp canes.

Monday, September 27

I love him.

Sunday, September 26

Apparently, my previous booty call is dating a girl that is a graduate student at the same university where I work.

First, I never could imagine us dating. We are two different people. Second, I'm not attracted to his yoga-ness. And third, he's a year or two younger, and you know how I don't like them youngings (except the boy in Kentucky. yum yum!).

Just because I didn't like him doesn't mean that he couldn't pine for me. Damn mutual dislikings!