april 16
So, I'm just going to start writing entries by saying "so" so that I don't have to think so much about explaining why I never use my livejournal anymore and so on and so forth.
So, today we were at my aunt and uncle's house and they have this enormous dog named Atlas. He's hilarious because he's got this huge head that's wider than parts of his body. He's mostly black with brown legs and these brown dots over his eyes that look like half-shaved eyebrows. When he's tired he just sprawls out on the floor in this huge pile of dog. He kinda reminds me of Marmaduke.
So, I got a new cat in November. I named him Rafa. He was a stray I adopted from the clinic on the base where I work, and he still eats like every bite of food will be his last. He's such a little piglet. He's getting fat. I'd like to curb that a little bit because Figaro used to be fat, and by the time we put him down last month he had horrible thyroid problems and could barely walk with all the arthritis he suffered. Then again, Figgy lived 20+ years, a good long run for a cat, so maybe I'll just let Rafa fatten up. He had a tough first seven months or so as a kitten; sometimes I think I should just let him be fat and happy.
Then again, being fat never made me happy...but Rafa had his balls chopped off, so he's not exactly worried about getting laid or finding someone to love him.
Just a forewarning, this is how I expect my journal to be from now on, just randomness spewing from my brain...you know, just in case you want to defriend. I wouldn't read this shit.
So, today we were at my aunt and uncle's house and they have this enormous dog named Atlas. He's hilarious because he's got this huge head that's wider than parts of his body. He's mostly black with brown legs and these brown dots over his eyes that look like half-shaved eyebrows. When he's tired he just sprawls out on the floor in this huge pile of dog. He kinda reminds me of Marmaduke.
So, I got a new cat in November. I named him Rafa. He was a stray I adopted from the clinic on the base where I work, and he still eats like every bite of food will be his last. He's such a little piglet. He's getting fat. I'd like to curb that a little bit because Figaro used to be fat, and by the time we put him down last month he had horrible thyroid problems and could barely walk with all the arthritis he suffered. Then again, Figgy lived 20+ years, a good long run for a cat, so maybe I'll just let Rafa fatten up. He had a tough first seven months or so as a kitten; sometimes I think I should just let him be fat and happy.
Then again, being fat never made me happy...but Rafa had his balls chopped off, so he's not exactly worried about getting laid or finding someone to love him.
Just a forewarning, this is how I expect my journal to be from now on, just randomness spewing from my brain...you know, just in case you want to defriend. I wouldn't read this shit.