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the morning, sleepy sleepy

its cold and rainy and going out to walk dogs was an effort.
Often when i do that little old ladies, and little old men, stop to ask me about my dog. well, my dog in the sense that i am the one who is walking it at the time. there are two dogs in fact, they ask about the German Shepard. its coz she walks very slowly and sometimes stumbles, they ask how old she is or say something like 'shes an old lady isnt she?" and yes, she is 15 and they have conversations with me about how good she looks for her age and that they have similar back problems its SOOOOOO cute

i hate people who are scared to walk past a dog just because its a dog. they just bother me. its just a dog, dont act like im walking a huge monster with blood of the children dripping from its fangs and is glaring at you. dont give me looks like im violating you somehow by walking my retarded dogs.



i am going to the hair cutting slave on Monday! excitement!
im kinda nervous on account of having decided to cut it quite quite short. It makes me have moment of worry like, aaa, what if i don't look like a girl anymore? which is an absolutely ridiculous thing to say not only for the obvious reasons but also because my own relation to 'being a girl' is so ambiguous and i have never really quite gotten used to the fact of being a girl.... if you know what i mean?

i haven't watched Invader Zim for a very long time, nor read some good fantasy both of which i will try to amend soon.
right now im reading: Coltrane, the story of a sound by Ben Ratliff
its very good, especially since it is not a full on biography of John Coltrane's life but really focuses on the development of his music and style. i feel i have a better understanding of music in general and jazz obviously, from reading this. Ofcourse if it was merely and academic type text on music it would not be very understandable to the layman, and i must say this is well written and engaging. yay! ^___^

and im listening to The Sword

now to distract you!