I'm never leaving this dog ever again never ever
I am in love.
Crazy in love as Beyonce (genuflect) would say. Oh, heart. I picked up furface (who still doesn't exactly have a name...) today! We went for a big walk before coming home, and he was really good! A bit freaked out by being on a lead, but he calms down quite quick. He's so skinny, his ribs are all bump bump bump along his side when he lays down. :( I'll fatten him up though. He's got some wonky ear issues that won't really ever go away, but they can be controlled...so, here we go, yeah?! He's either settling into a life of leisure or worn out, cause we came home and after dinner he beelined for the bed Pete helped me pick out (well done, you) while I did some work. I dragged the bed from the office into my bedroom which he appreciated until he realized my bed is a lot bigger and more comfortable. And that I am clearly a push over for his furry face, cause we're currently settled drinking wine (just me) and listening to The Stones. Knows a good tune when he hears one, good lad. ;) Happy as beans are we.
So much to twirl about this week.
TUESDAY I played that charity showcase and won thanks to a) my guitar skillz b) that pink dress or c) having very generous and very kind friends/fans. I'm leaning more towards B/C, but in my mind I'm screaming A! Had a bit of a run-in with this idiot bloke, Jamie, from this idiot band, Kid:Nap:Kin *groan* Who charmingly called me one of 'Jonatton Yeah?'s cunts' as I was walking out onstage. As if that is going to shake or rile me. AS IF, mate. Strange how someone from a stupid ironically named band who IRONICALLY I panned the show of in SA's last issue was rude to me. The Strays dedicate our entire 8-WEEK residency prize to that gang of fucking idiots, I dedicate my embarrassingly better than you set on Tuesday to you, I will dedicate any and all success we have to the line of dicks who want to talk trash, please don't hold back. :D Only makes me play better (not that hard tbh) and gives me the chance to remind you I'm more of a guitarist than you'll ever be and definitely more of a woman than you can get. Fucking wankerssss.
Wednesday night I went round to Pip and Lindsay's to play (guitar, easyyy) with Linzzz for a bit and then gorge myself on what was possibly one of the best meals I've ever had. That man can cook like you don't even know, though I heard his pancakes are his speciality? But it's just no big ordeal for him to put together something gourmet and complicated, while I cock up pot noodle. Between dinner and their gorgeous place, and Lin's guitars, and his pretty pet princess, Pip, I want them to adopt me. I'll live under their dining table like a fort. A fort of awesome.
Jones is coming over Friday night for dinner before he goes to work to meet el pupperino. A plan Dan must not know about yet because I didn't feel any burning laser beam looks boring into the back of my skull today before I left work. :) I'm a bit nervous about the dog not liking people, but if Jones can handle Capes - he can, right? :P - then I'm sure he'll be okay with this dude. Who needs a name.
Jesus, I'm exhausted. Time for bed. What's been going on with you lot?
Crazy in love as Beyonce (genuflect) would say. Oh, heart. I picked up furface (who still doesn't exactly have a name...) today! We went for a big walk before coming home, and he was really good! A bit freaked out by being on a lead, but he calms down quite quick. He's so skinny, his ribs are all bump bump bump along his side when he lays down. :( I'll fatten him up though. He's got some wonky ear issues that won't really ever go away, but they can be controlled...so, here we go, yeah?! He's either settling into a life of leisure or worn out, cause we came home and after dinner he beelined for the bed Pete helped me pick out (well done, you) while I did some work. I dragged the bed from the office into my bedroom which he appreciated until he realized my bed is a lot bigger and more comfortable. And that I am clearly a push over for his furry face, cause we're currently settled drinking wine (just me) and listening to The Stones. Knows a good tune when he hears one, good lad. ;) Happy as beans are we.
So much to twirl about this week.
TUESDAY I played that charity showcase and won thanks to a) my guitar skillz b) that pink dress or c) having very generous and very kind friends/fans. I'm leaning more towards B/C, but in my mind I'm screaming A! Had a bit of a run-in with this idiot bloke, Jamie, from this idiot band, Kid:Nap:Kin *groan* Who charmingly called me one of 'Jonatton Yeah?'s cunts' as I was walking out onstage. As if that is going to shake or rile me. AS IF, mate. Strange how someone from a stupid ironically named band who IRONICALLY I panned the show of in SA's last issue was rude to me. The Strays dedicate our entire 8-WEEK residency prize to that gang of fucking idiots, I dedicate my embarrassingly better than you set on Tuesday to you, I will dedicate any and all success we have to the line of dicks who want to talk trash, please don't hold back. :D Only makes me play better (not that hard tbh) and gives me the chance to remind you I'm more of a guitarist than you'll ever be and definitely more of a woman than you can get. Fucking wankerssss.
Wednesday night I went round to Pip and Lindsay's to play (guitar, easyyy) with Linzzz for a bit and then gorge myself on what was possibly one of the best meals I've ever had. That man can cook like you don't even know, though I heard his pancakes are his speciality? But it's just no big ordeal for him to put together something gourmet and complicated, while I cock up pot noodle. Between dinner and their gorgeous place, and Lin's guitars, and his pretty pet princess, Pip, I want them to adopt me. I'll live under their dining table like a fort. A fort of awesome.
Jones is coming over Friday night for dinner before he goes to work to meet el pupperino. A plan Dan must not know about yet because I didn't feel any burning laser beam looks boring into the back of my skull today before I left work. :) I'm a bit nervous about the dog not liking people, but if Jones can handle Capes - he can, right? :P - then I'm sure he'll be okay with this dude. Who needs a name.
Jesus, I'm exhausted. Time for bed. What's been going on with you lot?