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8 WEEKS LIVING WITH DAN
Odour = improved.
Sock pile = diminished
cups next to the bed = still piling up.
Man everyone has breaking point but fuck....so many cups with dirty left over water..I wake up every night to the sound of kitty drinking out of festy rotten cups and then wake again in the morning to sounds of Dan slurping it too. He gets angry at the darling schmoo when he hears him...but he's a cat he doesn't get it.
Ahhh Danny. The bed is warmer, and sometimes there is curry. So much curry. I don't really like curry all that much, but he makes it for me anyway. Its kind of nice he tries. And since theres not so much onion gravy...things are better.
Dan doesn't really like me posting nasty things about him. I guess I don't blame him. I think its nice to chart our progress as a loving, loyal couple haha I guess my methods are strange and his bottom burps, although you know are bad without it being said..perhaps shouldn't be placed on an open forum. I'm a bitch. But...and of course there is a but...perhaps no buts tonight. People keep telling me I'm lucky to have a Danny like danny. Perhaps especially after my LJ behaviour. I think they would be right. I broke his lamp today. He could write that on his list. Plus his grey card is slowly slipping into the recycling photo box for shredding and I saw it happening but I couldn't be arsed pulling it out. I hope I do before I shred. I probably won't. hahaha.
Anyway so dan went away on tour though and I must say...the kitty was much more affectionate with me. There was a point where I was like...shit...is this what having an affair feels like? The intense love I now have for the schmoo. I think in all fairness...if Brian were a man...that him and I would be a fucking good match.
1. Doesn't smoke
2. Always cuddles
3. Only have to feed him twice a day.
4. Doesn't wear socks
5. Doesn't slip his dirty underpants in my washing basket.
6. Doesn't leave wet towels on the bed.
7. In fact doesn't even own a rotting stinky towel.
8. Comes when I call him.
9. Ginger....woa I love those wrangs.
10.Appreciates good music. Brian loves the prawn dreaming.
I think a regular conversation would go like this.
"Why Brian you are so handsome would you like a cuddle"
"Why yes bridget...you are my master I love you."
"Thankyou brian, yes I am your master."
"Wrang wrang wrang...prawn prawn"
"Oh Brian you are so funny, so much better than my last boyfriend...he used to put wet towels on the bed"
"What a drag, no I would never...in fact I don't even own rotting stinky towel"
And with that we would throw our heads back in laughter and cuddle again. Sigh.
Going down down down down down to schmoo town.
Odour = improved.
Sock pile = diminished
cups next to the bed = still piling up.
Man everyone has breaking point but fuck....so many cups with dirty left over water..I wake up every night to the sound of kitty drinking out of festy rotten cups and then wake again in the morning to sounds of Dan slurping it too. He gets angry at the darling schmoo when he hears him...but he's a cat he doesn't get it.
Ahhh Danny. The bed is warmer, and sometimes there is curry. So much curry. I don't really like curry all that much, but he makes it for me anyway. Its kind of nice he tries. And since theres not so much onion gravy...things are better.
Dan doesn't really like me posting nasty things about him. I guess I don't blame him. I think its nice to chart our progress as a loving, loyal couple haha I guess my methods are strange and his bottom burps, although you know are bad without it being said..perhaps shouldn't be placed on an open forum. I'm a bitch. But...and of course there is a but...perhaps no buts tonight. People keep telling me I'm lucky to have a Danny like danny. Perhaps especially after my LJ behaviour. I think they would be right. I broke his lamp today. He could write that on his list. Plus his grey card is slowly slipping into the recycling photo box for shredding and I saw it happening but I couldn't be arsed pulling it out. I hope I do before I shred. I probably won't. hahaha.
Anyway so dan went away on tour though and I must say...the kitty was much more affectionate with me. There was a point where I was like...shit...is this what having an affair feels like? The intense love I now have for the schmoo. I think in all fairness...if Brian were a man...that him and I would be a fucking good match.
1. Doesn't smoke
2. Always cuddles
3. Only have to feed him twice a day.
4. Doesn't wear socks
5. Doesn't slip his dirty underpants in my washing basket.
6. Doesn't leave wet towels on the bed.
7. In fact doesn't even own a rotting stinky towel.
8. Comes when I call him.
9. Ginger....woa I love those wrangs.
10.Appreciates good music. Brian loves the prawn dreaming.
I think a regular conversation would go like this.
"Why Brian you are so handsome would you like a cuddle"
"Why yes bridget...you are my master I love you."
"Thankyou brian, yes I am your master."
"Wrang wrang wrang...prawn prawn"
"Oh Brian you are so funny, so much better than my last boyfriend...he used to put wet towels on the bed"
"What a drag, no I would never...in fact I don't even own rotting stinky towel"
And with that we would throw our heads back in laughter and cuddle again. Sigh.
Going down down down down down to schmoo town.