Today is my last day of classes before Spring break. At 5:45 pm, I am free for 10 days. However, I do have a shit load of homework and reading to do. I also have two home visits for Mastiff Rescue and a dog to breed.
Dot is home and in heat. What no one tells you about dogs in heat is that they fucking... Read More
I hereby request permission to resume my pet duties and offer to try not to disappear like that again. I also wondered what the hell happened in my dungeon but after reading that it has become perfectly clear.
Don't worry about making to the 5th anniversary, I got Your back
USA Network keeps showing like the same five episodes of Burn Notice. But I don't care. weeeeeee! I<3 it like whoa. (In case you hadn't noticed, I'm pretty much enamored with anything that has lots of stuff going boom.)
Molly is not bred. That makes me unhappy.
I scared the hell out of the hub this morning when I blew my nose and like a... Read More
I'm starting to think fire is a pretty liberating thing. I don't think my professors would feel the same way, in fact, I'm really sure they'd be awfully pissed if I torched the assigned papers that are torturing me currently. It would, however, make me feel considerably better. Instead, I keep attempting to trudge along. Who knew that writing a visual... Read More
It's been raining all morning. this false sense of spring is so out of place. I know it won't last, it's too early. But as I walk across campus in the mist, I realize how much I've missed it. This winter has been harsh. And today my hair is wet, my make up soggy, my socks and jeans are damp, and there are mudpuddles. And... Read More
Sometimes, I wish my husband listened to the same music as me, so when he'd hear a song, he'd go, "Oh, that makes me think of Wife." But he doesn't listen to the same music, so I do it for him. Like this one.
I spent today with my Mommy. We went to the art museum, ate spinach and artichoke dip, and bummed aimlessly around the mall, where she secretly put my birthday present on layway.
I found a pair of boots (my birthday present from said Mommy) that made me weep with glee and joy (same thing?) Oh they terrible, and terribly awesome. I cannot wait to wear... Read More
