I started this blog as an assignment in community college. I'm currently doing my third stretch of university. This blog was an outcome of the second. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to meet new people through this blog. First, a compliment here and there, a hardy har har every once in a while.
The love of my life is leaving me. I have a sweet new job travelling this summer. No body knows about it. I don't know what I'm going to do with my pets.
He used to joke as if "if" we ever were to go our separate ways he would automatically get the canine. I mentioned something about dog-sitting for a couple weeks last night and he said the apartments he has been looking at are not fido-friendly. hypocrite.
I always make sure i can have a dog where I'm staying, even if I don't have a dog at the moment.
Perhaps this is a pretty astute metaphor (why are you all sitting so low? rearrange these pillows or whatever so we're at the same height. isn't that better? I hate it when people do that. It's like some wierdo psych thing)
And then you pick me up by my ankles, toss me over your back, and fling me forward, slamming my body against the ground. I told you. My back.
You're not laughing, but you're not not amused. Where is the dog going to stay? Why did you say all that shit to me? You said it knowing it wasn't ever going to come true. I guess I say stuff like that as well, like, when I'm a bajillionaire you can have your own private jet, no questions asked. When I say it, I absolutely mean it.
But if i really could afford extra private jets, I probably would put more thought into it.
If you were a rapper, we would be the type of divorcee's where you would pull me up on stage (I could have backstage passes whenever) and introduce me as your best friend, but, you would leave me standing awkwardly beside you.
It's whatever, I would tell myself. At least he can watch the dog for a couple weeks...
