First things first. Fate has conspired to bring me a dog.
Someone abandoned him. He's incredibly sweet, and well trained. He even knows how to play fetch. Anyone who knows me knows I have never been a dog person, but I feel like this dog was destined to come into my life. As corny as that sounds.
Monday I played hookey from work to sleep in and furthur recover from the weekend birthday festivities. I woke to discover that the water had been turned off, due to nonpayment of the bill by the old roommates. I didn't even know we got a water bill. I thought the landlord took care of it. Turns out ol' roomie never bothered to let the county know she moved, so it was still in her name and amassing a small fortune in late fees.

dragona17 and I headed downtown to her uncle's house to shower and water the plants, and that's when we saw this:
We were floored by the sheer horror of what we were seeing, and nauseated by the thought that Paris Hilton might be close by. Who knows what horrors might lurk inside the house? The neighborhood association must be getting a huge payoff to tolerate this bullshit!
We sent the pictures to Trent at
Pink Is The New Blog and got a crazy shoutout.
Somewhere, Lindsay Lohan is looking at my pictures and wondering why no one defaced property to promote her movie.