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[mrshogue]

Why does he give me shit over stupid stuff?  I woke up this morning to my husband calling me.  I had gotten home late because I stayed over at my old neighbors, who is very gay, until 1:30 in the morning.  Apparently he didnt like that.  We had stayed up talking and had kidnapped his next door neighbors new puppy that was absolutely adoreable.  The woman didnt know or care because she was drunk off her ass calling some guy she met at a bar trying to get a booty call.  So yeah, I brought her puppy over and we played with it and let it play with the other dogs.  I have discovered that I can not get another dog until tater passes away because she was VERY jealous over my attention and kept growling and trying to bite the puppy.  Drama!  But yeah, we eventually passed the dog back over the fence.  Lately it just feels like a chore for me to go home from there house anymore.  I cant just walk over to my house.  No, I have to drive for twenty minutes.  Wednesdays are my social time.  And right now, it isnt like there is anything or anyone to come home to.  Chris is gone all week from sunday until friday night.  Hell, he is probably not even going to be home this weekend because he will run out of driving hours by the time he hits north carolina.  I had Tater with me.  So really, what was I so urgently suppose to come home to?  NOTHING!!!!!!  Hell, when I got home, there were two police cars parked and apparently waiting for someone a couple doors down from my house.  Not really much to tell there.  They were waiting to question this woman about a fight that happened at a bar with drunk people.  Apparently 6 people beat the crap out of this one guy and someone had pulled a gun.  That is all I could hear from my shitty hearing and the engines running.  Last night is the most excitement I have had in a while.  Everyday is the same routine.  I wake up, I shower and get ready, I eat breakfast, I study, I eat lunch, study some more, fix dinner, watch my reality show and then go to bed.  It is the same shit everyday.  At least Chris gets to go different places and see different scenarie.  I stare at this fucking computer every single fucking day.  Let me have my few moments of enjoyment.

Plus to top things off, my tummy STILL hurts!