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My boss can definitely suck on a rusty asshole.
The dog next door keeps barking. He always barks right outside my window, and the neighbors just let him bark. Today I looked outside to see what the hell he was barking at and found him 3 feet off the ground, stuck in the fence. There was an opening and he jumped up on one of the crossbars and tried to squeeze through, but must have gotten stuck. He was too scared to jump backwards and probably would have gotten hurt if he had, and couldn't fit through forwards. Chaz and I went out there and tried to help him, a sweet black doggy, he kept licking us. Finally I was just gonna go through the fence and pick him up and pull him back through when he broke through the fence. He started running around like mad, playing and smiling a puppy smile. I don't think the poor guy ever gets to run around like that, I never see him out of the fence. We played with him for a little bit and then brough him to our neighbor's front door, who looked like he wanted to kill us. Yeah, they were home the whole time, yet they leave it up to strangers to free their poor barking dog from the fence he got himself stuck in. Fuck those dudes. They put a big hole in our yard too, and they may have painted Megatron yellow. That dog ruled though. Poor little guy.
Modern Life Is War is so fucking good. I want to bake them cookies or something.
So there's this dude that keeps coming in to Target. Ok, ok, I won't make it sound like he's coming in unusually often to secretly spy on me because he has a crush on me (even though in my head, that is totally the case), but he comes in on a somewhat regular basis and browses the men's section. He's fucking adorable. Big eyes, tall and lean, black shirts and jeans, nice little booty. So yeah, I kinda love him. Today I even talked to him. Yup. He was coming towards the fitting room and I looked him straight in the eye and smiled and said "How many?" and he said "One." We had a moment. Dude wants me so bad. He was wearing a Converge shirt. I generally don't like Converge fans, but he doesn't behave like a douchebag, so maybe he's alright. He always wears this belt, an army greenish web belt with something printed on it. In my head it's either Death Threat, Drug Free, or This Is Hell, because I know all of those come in that color. If it's any of those, I WILL make him mine. I told my buddy at work about him, so he's gonna help me spy next time he comes in. Maybe I'll even ask him if he needs help finding jeans or something. It'll be awesome.
Yeahhhh. I'm creepy.
The dog next door keeps barking. He always barks right outside my window, and the neighbors just let him bark. Today I looked outside to see what the hell he was barking at and found him 3 feet off the ground, stuck in the fence. There was an opening and he jumped up on one of the crossbars and tried to squeeze through, but must have gotten stuck. He was too scared to jump backwards and probably would have gotten hurt if he had, and couldn't fit through forwards. Chaz and I went out there and tried to help him, a sweet black doggy, he kept licking us. Finally I was just gonna go through the fence and pick him up and pull him back through when he broke through the fence. He started running around like mad, playing and smiling a puppy smile. I don't think the poor guy ever gets to run around like that, I never see him out of the fence. We played with him for a little bit and then brough him to our neighbor's front door, who looked like he wanted to kill us. Yeah, they were home the whole time, yet they leave it up to strangers to free their poor barking dog from the fence he got himself stuck in. Fuck those dudes. They put a big hole in our yard too, and they may have painted Megatron yellow. That dog ruled though. Poor little guy.
Modern Life Is War is so fucking good. I want to bake them cookies or something.
So there's this dude that keeps coming in to Target. Ok, ok, I won't make it sound like he's coming in unusually often to secretly spy on me because he has a crush on me (even though in my head, that is totally the case), but he comes in on a somewhat regular basis and browses the men's section. He's fucking adorable. Big eyes, tall and lean, black shirts and jeans, nice little booty. So yeah, I kinda love him. Today I even talked to him. Yup. He was coming towards the fitting room and I looked him straight in the eye and smiled and said "How many?" and he said "One." We had a moment. Dude wants me so bad. He was wearing a Converge shirt. I generally don't like Converge fans, but he doesn't behave like a douchebag, so maybe he's alright. He always wears this belt, an army greenish web belt with something printed on it. In my head it's either Death Threat, Drug Free, or This Is Hell, because I know all of those come in that color. If it's any of those, I WILL make him mine. I told my buddy at work about him, so he's gonna help me spy next time he comes in. Maybe I'll even ask him if he needs help finding jeans or something. It'll be awesome.
Yeahhhh. I'm creepy.