I know I'm procrastinating when I write in blog and check my Friendster account. Damn you Psychopharm!

So apparently my neighbor believes I let Parker poop in her "yard" because she's never seen me "carry a bag." She left me a note this morning mentioning the rudeness of never carrying a plastic baggie to pick up his "pupu." I kindly rang her door bell about thirty seconds after she left me the note and informed her that I never let him defacate near our block and that I carry bags in my pocket. She told me that she has "NEVER" seen me with one. Again, jacket. pocket.

It was only later I realized the foreign lady meant she's never seen me carry a bag full of "pupu." There are several reasons for this. One, I usually dump the bag in a neighboring garbage can and two, I haven't picked up his poop in a while because he "number twos" in ivy or I know there isn't a garbage can in a half mile radius.

Either way, maybe I should leave her a bag of flaming "pupu" as a tiny present. But instead of setting a brown paper bag on fire, it will be plastic. The toxic fumes will be a nice added touch.

You know what I hate most about the winter/cold? The layers of clothing needed to step out the door. I want to stop by my classmates apartment tonight on my dogwalk, but that means I have to take off my nappy ass thick lounge wear, replace the mismatching scarf, wash my face and remove the bandana from my forehead in order to look presentable. If this was the summer, I would be wearing 2-3 pieces of clothing and could step out the door without taking 30minutes to get dressed for the outdoors.

I have been MIA lately because classes started this week and boy has gone home or should I say ex-boy :-0?

Um, I am thirsty. That is all I have to say right now.