Chapter 8, pg. 66
If there was dog food, we knew Pudgy, our dachshund, was going to be around for a while. My father said, If Pudgy pees on the floor one more time, I'm going to get rid of him. After school, Jean ran into the house and searched the kitchen floor for puddles on the fake-brink linoleum floor. If she found one she wiped it up with paper towels and pushed the evidence deep into the trash. With Pudgy in her arms she walked around the house, shushing him. Once when my father's threats got serious Jean gathered up Pudgy, a jar of peanut butter and an apple. She barricated herself in her room with her dresser against the door. Her plan was to stay in there forever. After a while my father stood outside her door and said, "You've got to come out. Listen to me, Jean. You've got to come out." She wouldn't open the door until he said Pudgy could stay.
It's not the best quote in the world, but I like it. It's from The Last time I Wore a Dress.
A couple of nights ago I had a dream that some guy was stalking me and he kept sending me video tapes of my house with spoken messages asking me to come out and meet him. I knew he was like a psycho serial killer and he was getting on my nerves. The last tape was of the front of my house and he said, "Aww, what's that? Don't want to play? How about I play with your kitty *zooms on my kitty* instead?" And I got up, grabbed a pair of kidnergarden scissors, threw open my door, and stabbed him to death. No one fucks with my kitty, asshole. I didn't actually dream about the stabbing or seeing his face or anything. I just knew I did it.
I scare myself sometimes. I'm such a psycho lesbian with cats. And I don't want to talk about my issues with kidnergarden scissors with purple handles...because I don't have issues with kidnergarden scissors with purple handles and getting stabbed if that's what you were thinking. Damn that Eric. Damn him.
"Alice" by Cocteau Twins makes me depressed. I always pick a song and listen to it over and over forgetting it's there and everytime I pick this song I just get more and more depressed until I realize it's this song and it's been play for three hours. Then I turn it off and I'm fine. Pretty much.
Another Picture of Pips from about 5 minutes ago:
(Sorry about the blurriness, my batteries are dying.)
They're not the best, but yay! More Pippy!
Yay! Pippy the potato!
It's not the best quote in the world, but I like it. It's from The Last time I Wore a Dress.
A couple of nights ago I had a dream that some guy was stalking me and he kept sending me video tapes of my house with spoken messages asking me to come out and meet him. I knew he was like a psycho serial killer and he was getting on my nerves. The last tape was of the front of my house and he said, "Aww, what's that? Don't want to play? How about I play with your kitty *zooms on my kitty* instead?" And I got up, grabbed a pair of kidnergarden scissors, threw open my door, and stabbed him to death. No one fucks with my kitty, asshole. I didn't actually dream about the stabbing or seeing his face or anything. I just knew I did it.
I scare myself sometimes. I'm such a psycho lesbian with cats. And I don't want to talk about my issues with kidnergarden scissors with purple handles...because I don't have issues with kidnergarden scissors with purple handles and getting stabbed if that's what you were thinking. Damn that Eric. Damn him.
"Alice" by Cocteau Twins makes me depressed. I always pick a song and listen to it over and over forgetting it's there and everytime I pick this song I just get more and more depressed until I realize it's this song and it's been play for three hours. Then I turn it off and I'm fine. Pretty much.
Another Picture of Pips from about 5 minutes ago:
(Sorry about the blurriness, my batteries are dying.)
They're not the best, but yay! More Pippy!
Yay! Pippy the potato!