holidays smell of laziness and dog love
Yesterday, after my round of bitching, I felt incredibly guilty. For two intense minutes, I sat on my bed in my room and wondered if I should click 'post' or not. Two minutes later, I had an epiphany.
Not really. My puppy just walked in.
But with him came the nice, little realisation that, well, he loves me and that's all there is to count.
And, also, livejournal has a lock.
Gosh, I'm such a coward.
Though, I suppose, it's better to be safe than to be sorry. I mean, I've only known her six months. Who knows? She might become the Regina George I suspect secretly she is. Anyhow, I'm keeping my eyes wide open! -insert maniacal laugh-
I was tweeting some time back. Yes, I'm one of those lame people who tweet whenever they remember they have an app on their phone and feel the need to use it. I think the whole concept is pretty stupid and useless. Who wants to know what goes on in your life EVERY SECOND -give or take another few seconds for it to display on the page for your poor followers to see- and what you ate for breakfast and who bitched about who and who doesn't like that girl in College-
Oh.
Well, fine. I admit it. It is fun after you get the hang of all those ridiculous hash tags and whatnot. Besides, I only tweet about my dogs. Probably in preparation of my pending spinsterhood. Le sigh.
My mother thinks I want to get married real fast because I keep mentioning that I'd like something to be there for my wedding. Like if I see a pretty goat, I exclaim all excitedly, 'I HAVE to HAVE that for my wedding'. (For decoration purposes only)
Obviously, the woman has never heard of figure of speech. I clearly meant for special occasions. Like birthdays...or...anniversaries. Who wouldn't want a goat?
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Not really. My puppy just walked in.
But with him came the nice, little realisation that, well, he loves me and that's all there is to count.
And, also, livejournal has a lock.
Gosh, I'm such a coward.
Though, I suppose, it's better to be safe than to be sorry. I mean, I've only known her six months. Who knows? She might become the Regina George I suspect secretly she is. Anyhow, I'm keeping my eyes wide open! -insert maniacal laugh-
I was tweeting some time back. Yes, I'm one of those lame people who tweet whenever they remember they have an app on their phone and feel the need to use it. I think the whole concept is pretty stupid and useless. Who wants to know what goes on in your life EVERY SECOND -give or take another few seconds for it to display on the page for your poor followers to see- and what you ate for breakfast and who bitched about who and who doesn't like that girl in College-
Oh.
Well, fine. I admit it. It is fun after you get the hang of all those ridiculous hash tags and whatnot. Besides, I only tweet about my dogs. Probably in preparation of my pending spinsterhood. Le sigh.
My mother thinks I want to get married real fast because I keep mentioning that I'd like something to be there for my wedding. Like if I see a pretty goat, I exclaim all excitedly, 'I HAVE to HAVE that for my wedding'. (For decoration purposes only)
Obviously, the woman has never heard of figure of speech. I clearly meant for special occasions. Like birthdays...or...anniversaries. Who wouldn't want a goat?
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