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i ♥ u dub.
I ordered him 15 pounds of this and 12 cans of this.
- it’s human grade
- they ship it to my door
- i love my doggie and think he deserves the best I can afford
- did i mention i don’t have to leave the house?
- petfooddirect.com has great discounts, they ship UPS, have automatic reordering, AND I can shop for the dog in my socks.
Is this a great country or what? Should deliver today. Along with the bulk of Hugo’s birthday extravaganza. I love you internet.
I’m going to get him a sarge bone and a (his very last i swear to god if he eats this one i’ll…)plush and fluffy doggy bed. This one is staying in my room though. If i put it in the crate with him, he will destroy it and that would make it a few hundred bucks in stupid dog beds cause i’m a sucker for the little bastard.
So Close
My powerball ticket has all the right numbers. Even the powerball.
Too bad they aren’t on the same fscking line.
Two on one line, two on another, one on yet another and the powerball nowhere near any of them.
Oh well… $3 for getting the Powerball 
In which our eye twitches
I have been staring at the laundry and the dishes for what seems an endless amount of time. (2 days in reality)
They need to be done.
Before this vein in my eye bursts.
Hugo says, “No, don’t do them.
Our first cleaning day was today at 3pm.
Just now (nearly 6) I snapped and called him and asked him when the hell she was supposed to be here. Turns out, she’s not coming. She’s not feeling well (urinary tract infection or something) and she’ll be here Monday. By Monday I will be a drooling maniac, flailing in my own filth.
Still no dishwasher except for the one named Bug.
I’m off to scrub things with hot water and chemicals.
in which we light candles and close our eyes
When Katrina hit my heart sank. Devastation, loss, and death. It’s part of a healthy balance and being pagan, I MUST respect balance or I am a hypocrite. With life comes death. It’s part of us all.
As a Christian, I was raised that times like these are when you kneel to pray and you extend whatever hand or bit of your wallet/home/self that you can. As a Pagan, it is my thinking that leads me to believe that at times like these we rise to help our neighbors and countrymen in whatever way you can. Not that I, as a Pagan, shouldn’t pray for help or guidance or what have you. Just that I don’t see it as vengeance or wrath from above. I see it as love and balance and beauty. Necessity.
We have done SO MUCH damage to this Earth, our Home…it seems illogical what is running through my head…
With this second storm approaching and looking to do even more damage to the monuments of man…
My knees are a bit shaky and all I can think is… mercy, Mother, mercy.
in which we dance on the ceiling
I‘m one of those kids who touches the stove when someone tells me “Don’t touch it, it’s hot.”
Not because I’m stupid, but I’m waiting for the universe to finally give in and bend to my will.
That said, today I made another pot of coffee. I’m all about experimentation. Maybe my body chemistry was just off that day. Maybe I should have read my horoscope that day and it would have told me to skip the cafe and go for a smoothie. Maybe I should have read the fucking label on the coffee can instead of nearly throwing myself into a twitchy coma.
Maybe, indeed.
Turns out, that my brilliance knows no bounds. This was, as I may have previously mentioned, a brand new can of coffee. The old coffee had been in the house…for ages…longer than I have lived here, I know that much. I suppose it had weakened the beans or they were just stale and I was drinking just dirt water instead of real coffee, but I would put 4 heaping scoops into the filter and life would be jolly.
So, with the new can of coffee, i put 4 heaping scoops in the filter. Sickness triple hardcore ensues. So, like, turns out I had pretty much consumed 4 shots of espresso…with a little cream and sugar. Today, 2 tablespoons in the filter. The best cup of coffee I have ever had.
Bug 1 : Universe 13,892,384,750,938,475
I’m stoked.
