kurosune

There are a couple of things on SG that just make my day. Case in point:

Me, Siriuss, and Harajuku totally made a mess of Spliff's announcement.




And then a few days ago, Harajuku left me a Testimonial that caught me SO off guard, I spit Arizona Kiwi and Strawberry juice all over my dude's computer because I couldn't stop LAUGHING.




I love the ladies (and gents) on here who never cease to make me crack up. Now, on a more serious note.

I may have to give up my beloved pitbull Panda.





Anyone who has been keeping up with my blogs knows we've been having a hard time with him. Try as we might, he just WILL NOT take to any of the lessons we've given him. I was complaining to Siriuss about how he has started (again) to pee religiously on our BED. That shit is not okay. We discipline him and keep him away from the bed at all times, and finally she suggested I put vicks on the bed to see if that'll work. I'm guess it is, because he's been staying away from the bed.

As it stands, my dude wanted the dog more than anything, but we can't be home to watch him all the time to make sure he doesn't pee or shit everywhere and further upset our roommates. And we have a kennel, but when I start working, or I want to get the hell out of this apartment for some me-time, it just seems SO unfair to leave him locked in that tiny kennel all day long for God knows how long.

My dude works every day, from early in the morning, until about ten-thirty at night, and the perspective jobs I'm waiting to hear from are basic nine to five jobs. We have been desperately trying to train Panda NOT to use the bathroom inside (which is what I've been doing snce I've been unemployed), and he knows NOT to do it if someone is around who will punish him, but even now, he's gotten back into the habit of shitting and peeing everywhere, EVEN THOUGH WE TAKE HIM OUT FREQUENTLY. And he KNOWS he's doing a bad thing! We know he knows!

I swear, if we could just leave him alone for hours at a time, and trust him like a NORMAL dog, then this wouldn't be an issue.

But, yesterday, Milloux invited me to a SG BBQ that Antigone was hosting because Radeo is in town and *I* had to miss it because there was no one to watch over the dog and I certainly couldn't bring him with me. So, I was furious ALLLLLLLL day because I had to give up an outting and not meet and hangout with a group of awesome girls because of this dog.

What pissed me off even MORE is that afterwork, my boyfriend was like, "I'm going to go hang out with some friends at Korean BBQ".

REALLY YOU ASSHOLE? I HAD TO MISS AN EVENT BECAUSE OF THIS DOG YOU WANTED, THAT I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ALMOST 95% OF THE TIME BECAUSE YOU DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GREAT IDEA TO ADOPT ONE, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS WHEN I COULDN'T WITH MINE?

I was so fucking pissed off. And small wonder why he got all confused and shit when he came home and wanted to have sex, to which I gave him one of the COLDEST shoulders ever and just rolled over and went to sleep.

I am definitely not ashamed to say that if I wanted the burden of being a mother, having my social life restricted, and forced to take care of this child-like dog without any help, I would have never gotten an abortion when I was eighteen. (And don't you dare judge me, either.)

But I'm just sick of ME having to take care of this dog. Having to clean up after it at 4am in the morning, and being too paranoid to even take a shower without worrying he'll do something destructive (hence, the kennel). But it's just too much stress on everyone.

And he REALLY wants to keep the dog. As do I, but I just know we CAN'T. Especially when we both start working.

So, if you yourself, or you know ANYONE in California who would like to adopt a six-month old bundle of trouble (He's a total sweetheart, and just needs a bit more training, and gets along with other dogs and people), please message me as soon as you can. I don't want to take him back to the shelter, because it wasn't a no-kill shelter, so we are trying to find him a good home.

In the meantime, my relationship is looking something like this:



I really. REALLY. need to hurry up and move out. I'm just so over all of the stress. No one else to blame but myself, I know, and talk about history repeating, so I've GOT to find a job soon, and hopefully the few promised to me by my temp agencies come through.

More bad news: My hair is breaking unfortunately. It's shorter in some areas and just really damaged, which makes me wanna cry all the more. Sigh. This is why I normally keep my hair short. To AVOID all of the drama that comes with me trying to grow it, and it's taking every bit of strength in me to keep from grabbing a pair of scissors and going all Edward Scissorhands on my head.

But I'm trying not to. I want it to grow out. (And anyone who thinks it'll look like it did in Apollo in just a year is dreaming lol. Those were, for the fiftieth time, extensions.) The hairstyle I had mentioned a couple of weeks ago is a "protective style" (I still don't want to disclose what it is), so my hair will have time to recover and recoup and grow. So, all I need is the money for it. Oy.

Aside from that, things are okay. Message me about the dog if you're interested!!! I'll be SO sad to see him go, but we are running out of options.

~Kuro

(PS: And now, to end this blog on a happier note. Even thought its was 6:46am here, my mum called just to tell me that she woke up with me on her mind. :')

Now I miss Chicago even more.


PPS: Everyone is either getting married or having babies! I looked on FB yesterday and found out FIVE of my friends were pregnant, and ELEVEN of my friends were ENGAGED!!! I was so blown away by that! But still...I'm getting wedding horny. (And I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing that I'm not wedding horny for my current boyfriend). Eeeyeesh.

But no worries! I neither have baby fever (obviously), or am crazy wedding horny enough to get married either. Lately, I've been dreaming of just packing up and traveling around with no set destination in mind...

Le sigh.