When I hear her name's Jackson I think Jackson Pollock
What I have done with my life as of late has been exceedingly boring. When midnight came for the end of the Star Wars saga to begin I was there, in Theater 7, the one with the screwed up uncalibrated speakers and where the air conditioning shut off midway through the movie, in a room with well over a hundred giddy nerds in costume, surrounded by each other, smelling like ass.
My campaign to gain an elected position has been thwarted; most positions are held for election on dates or have term lengths which deliberately disenfranchise me, and the rest aren't for grabs. I'm seriously considering registering as a Socialist; just for giggles.
I can't remember what I did after I got home Friday. That's fairly common, as most of the time I'm too exhausted to do much of anything anyway. I do remember the dogs though. I have one, and she's terrific, and from time to time will take in another one, when a friend leaves town or take in a stray, but in this case someone just shows up with one. She's a husky pup named Jackson; not too bright, but curious-as-hell and always wagging her tail. A little intimidated by the in-house champ, Abbie, who doesn't mind newcomers as long as they know their place. She kept following me around, even when I was lying on the ground trying to get some sleep, and I started to get annoyed with her being so annoying. And needy.
Eventually we figured things out with each other. I played with her some more today before she had to go to sleep (I don't think she ever really goes to sleep; she just goes to this one dark room where no one will find her chewing stuff all night). She's really great and fun to play with. She keeps getting into fights with Abbie though, usually started by Jackson trying to milk her, Abbie always gives the "what the hell" look and tries to kick her ass.
My campaign to gain an elected position has been thwarted; most positions are held for election on dates or have term lengths which deliberately disenfranchise me, and the rest aren't for grabs. I'm seriously considering registering as a Socialist; just for giggles.
I can't remember what I did after I got home Friday. That's fairly common, as most of the time I'm too exhausted to do much of anything anyway. I do remember the dogs though. I have one, and she's terrific, and from time to time will take in another one, when a friend leaves town or take in a stray, but in this case someone just shows up with one. She's a husky pup named Jackson; not too bright, but curious-as-hell and always wagging her tail. A little intimidated by the in-house champ, Abbie, who doesn't mind newcomers as long as they know their place. She kept following me around, even when I was lying on the ground trying to get some sleep, and I started to get annoyed with her being so annoying. And needy.
Eventually we figured things out with each other. I played with her some more today before she had to go to sleep (I don't think she ever really goes to sleep; she just goes to this one dark room where no one will find her chewing stuff all night). She's really great and fun to play with. She keeps getting into fights with Abbie though, usually started by Jackson trying to milk her, Abbie always gives the "what the hell" look and tries to kick her ass.