Remember how conflicted I felt over receiving money via Gayle's death? I think I found a way to put it to good use.

My friend Matjames Metson is a starving artist who love love loves his dogs. One of his dogs, Boris, ate a Kong toy. Over the past few weeks there have been a series of vet trips -- some frantic. While there has been progress, ( Read more... )

OK, this post just plain pisses me the hell off. Who the fuck does that? Who the fuck makes a commitment to a living, breathing, feeling being and then whoops! -- it becomes inconvenient so they send them off to be gassed? What the fuck is wrong with you ( Read more... )

Do you ever get the feeling like you're about to go completely insane? You know, shrieking at the top of your lungs, being dragged away by the men in white coats insane?

Oh well. Here are some pictures:

( Lauren )

Last night I'd planned to come home and write a whole big entry about love and life and work and people and all kinds of stuff. Instead, I came home last night and saw Catherine and Chewey, out on the sidewalk, hanging with the neighbors. Catherine walked up to me and said "well, we're down to one dog now ..." and then proceeded to tell me that ( Read more... )

Today - heck, the last week - has been remarkably crappy. My rat died last Friday, the boy I'm all stuck on got mad at me last Saturday, and today, as it started snowing, he sent me an email and let me know that, yep, he's still not speaking to me. My birthday is next Friday and it promises to suck. I've been an emotional basket case, and more ( Read more... )

Well, it's Monday morning and, after three nights of sleeping in my clothes, I've finally managed to motivate enough to change my shirt and eat some breakfast, so I suppose that's a good sign. I still get very upset, though ... it's such the morning routine to head into "the rat room" and give Molly her salad ... now I'm just struck by the empty ( Read more... )

We buried Molly in my parents' backyard. It was awful, as these things always are. My Dad was mad at me and yelling, and yelling at my Mom, who was trying to be the peace maker, and all I wanted to do was smoke and break things (oh yeah ... 1 week and 4 hours ... can't believe I made it through a whole week). In the end, we ended up in the kitchen ( Read more... )

Molly died this afternoon after surgery to remove her tumors. She never woke up from the anesthesia.

OK, so now I'm totally stressing out ( Read more... )