Salt and Pepper my Mango
Salut Mes Amis,
I was going to make a picture entry, but I'm just too lazy.
My family got back home yesterday, and I think that after five days of four cats and a dog, I am definitely fit to take care of a baby. I guess I need to explain that three of my cats are not really normal-type cats; they're Tonkinese-- a cross between Siamese and Burmese, they are fairly small even at full-grown size and are extremely friendly (see: needy attention whores). So when everyone is gone, all three of them follow me everywhere, not minding that I keep kicking them while I trip over them. They tear things up, knock things over, launch jump onto my back hinging their nails into me while I'm changing/making food/putting on make-up/whatever it is that keeps me from holding them. Depsite this, they really are cute. My dog, however, is another story. As I stated it the other night, when on the topic of dogs, I think of the three "S"s--stupid, smelly, and slobbery--and generally try to avoid them. I know you dog lovers are saying "aww" but really, I promise you, our dog is extra stupid.
I'm really not doing much now, barely working 10 hours a week, and my hiphop class is over (yeah, I'm still really WHITE), and all my company is gone. I haven't made any paintings at all yet, and the only book I've read is Harry Potter. Yeah.
Lately, it seems to me that as the number of my needs rises, my cash supply depletes twice as fast. I'm pretty sure that as soon as I feel not completely broke, I'm going to be wasting it all on a roadtrip up north. Oh well.
Anyways, I think this entry is over, as I had nothing to say in the first place, I'm just trying to kill time.
I was going to make a picture entry, but I'm just too lazy.
My family got back home yesterday, and I think that after five days of four cats and a dog, I am definitely fit to take care of a baby. I guess I need to explain that three of my cats are not really normal-type cats; they're Tonkinese-- a cross between Siamese and Burmese, they are fairly small even at full-grown size and are extremely friendly (see: needy attention whores). So when everyone is gone, all three of them follow me everywhere, not minding that I keep kicking them while I trip over them. They tear things up, knock things over, launch jump onto my back hinging their nails into me while I'm changing/making food/putting on make-up/whatever it is that keeps me from holding them. Depsite this, they really are cute. My dog, however, is another story. As I stated it the other night, when on the topic of dogs, I think of the three "S"s--stupid, smelly, and slobbery--and generally try to avoid them. I know you dog lovers are saying "aww" but really, I promise you, our dog is extra stupid.
I'm really not doing much now, barely working 10 hours a week, and my hiphop class is over (yeah, I'm still really WHITE), and all my company is gone. I haven't made any paintings at all yet, and the only book I've read is Harry Potter. Yeah.
Lately, it seems to me that as the number of my needs rises, my cash supply depletes twice as fast. I'm pretty sure that as soon as I feel not completely broke, I'm going to be wasting it all on a roadtrip up north. Oh well.
Anyways, I think this entry is over, as I had nothing to say in the first place, I'm just trying to kill time.