biking metal punks forever
i'm in the process of moving into a new apartment on the west end. it's clean. not just literally. i'm adopting an italian greyhound who was going to be killed in louisiana. she'll be joining me in about 3 weeks and i'm wringing my hands in anticipation of her arrival. i keep wondering: "what if she doesn't like me?". then i realize she's a dog. i can save that neurosis for humans i meet, right? eh. i don't give a fahk. it's goddamn springtime and i have a home, a job, and a really skinny ass dog coming my way. perfection.