Dood, I mean Dude

Apr 04, 2005 19:49

Wow. I just had to fight the urge to start rapping in some kind of fucked up ghetto slang, but I curbed it. It's Summer, I mean Spring, and what better time to rap than when the weather rocks your panties off?

But anyways. This weekend. Frisking Francis and good boy fun. I could eat him every night, but for my dog. Unfortunately, and fortunately, I swear to god this dog is the cutest thing. A parallel of me (but much cuter of course), she was raised on the calm loving kind of energy that makes things grow and develop happily. I was snuggled in my bed, not really paying attention to the dog and where she was, but I knew she was right next to me. I look over, and literally she is sitting there on her fucking back with her head on the pillow and tucked in, like a small person thing. Her head was unburied, which is strange for her, but she was laying there looking at me like what? What's your problem? I'm a dog and I am sleeping like I see you sleep. This makes me feel terribly for every night I have left her alone, but she always forgives me, which is amazing. I actually wondered what would happen if I attempted to spoon her, but realized if it actually worked and she liked it, then I would be required to spoon my dog every night; something that would be odd if my boy was over.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Sorry, I realize the bizarre picture I have just painted.

Anyways. Today is an I love my friends day. I spoke with Candy this mornin, fRancis now, and the fetus later. I brought my boy sugar daddy candy things since he likes them so much. Oh, the tears I shed for the Sugar Daddy, something I cannot eat because my teeth are fucked up with post-op fillings. Could you imagine the pain a pulled filling would cause?

I could.

And ouch ouch ouch. No thank you.
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