Wednesday, September 29, 2010

chair dog dog chair

she's wearing my clothes
                    Well guys, my ex called me on Monday. Of course I knew deep down I couldn't turn down her request as best as I tried. I answered my phone and replied that I was smoking out; she asked if I needed company, to which I responded "Sure." I have this adverse reaction to hearing her voice though, I get chills throughout my body. I start trembling and shivering as if I was outside in my boxers in the middle of winter. She wanted me to talk as I drove, but couldn't still my hands from shaking nervously. Decided to buy some beer which turned out to be a good idea, since I found it steadied my resolve better than the cigarettes did. We had good conversation along the way and started drinking, smoking and playing with my puppies when we got back to my place. Felt like old times. I started to kiss her gently on her lips and was met with no resistance, no weird feeling, it felt natural for a change. But I know she is a liar. I know she is deceptive. I know she doesn't deserve my trust, I know it would be easier if I just didn't deal with her, but I miss feeling validated for a change. Later we had sex and I dropped her off. My only regret is I was being a little bitch when she didn't want to give it up at first. She was pissed that I dropped her off later than I said I would, but that bitch has no right to complain about something so trivial after all she has put me through. Now I guess the best thing to do is hang back and wait for her to call me. Don't get me wrong though. I plan on getting even at some point. When, I'll have to figure that out as I go along.

She liked making home movies, but she was also strangely comfortable making them.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Before Oreo there was Peppers.

My late dog Peppers. She was the smartest dog I've ever had. She would spend her days looking for an open window or an unattended door to sneak inside the house. We had to put chicken wire on our windows for a bit because she got into the habit of breaking in the house by smashing a window. She even followed an ex-gf of mine home who lived down the block and broke her window and chilled out on her couch while she was at work. She was obsessed with being an indoor dog, so when we moved her outside she freaked the fuck out. When it was rainy with thunder or fireworks would go off she would claw at the door till her nails were filed down to bloody flesh.

On that note of ex-gfs though. I need some advice from you guys. One of my ex-gfs says shes coming to visit me. She stabbed me in the back, went to live with some other guy. Basically scrambled me emotionally, but that was 4 years ago. Here's the dilemma. Should I just keep her as a booty call or tell her to fuck off? I feel like i want to say fuck off, but at the same time, what am I going to do that night if i tell her that? Stay home alone, game and look at porn?

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Thursday, September 16, 2010

WTF !!!!!!!!!! If there is a god he is trolling me hard

Guys, im afraid i bring more terrible news. out of fucking nowhere one of Oreo's brothers, which looks similar to the brown one i just buried mauled the runt of the litter. there were two big puncture wounds above his chest. the brown dog was covered in blood, jumping on me happily as if nothing happened. the runt was the family favorite and we were all rooting for him. We even bottle fed him cuz his mom rejected him. this is not a joke, and know that i did not intentionally hurt any of these dogs. i've been having a run of fucking bad luck. Well to be more specific feels like my house is cursed or my family is cursed. In the span of two months, my brother breaks a leg and my mom breaks her wrist, both never had a fracture before. I banged up my hand and couldn't use it for 2 weeks. Then two dogs die in under 24 hours. On top of that I drove to college pretty pissed about the whole thing. I'm driving smoking a cigarette on the way until i get to a parking spot. I try to roll up my window and low and behold the rear driver side window wont budge anymore. it fall off whatever it was attached to. i must be doing something wrong in life i dunno. this shit sucks. Will be posting pics of the next hole tomorrow. Oreo is doing alright. i have him quarantined because I don't that illness i mentioned earlier spreading. Another sad fucking day in Oreos dog days
His name was Chatis
prounounced Cha-teese
Just got back from school. decided to dig the hole to get it over with. well now peanut butter and chatis are at least together where ever they are now. 

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

R.I.P. Peanut-Butter

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Getting Started
the hole
looks like he is just asleep
Mom Chata gives a farewell sniff
it started raining lightly when i was putting the dirt over the hole
Bad news guys. Oreo's little brother Peanut Butter seems to have taken a turn for the worse. He had been sick and refusing to eat. We were giving him pedialite to keep him hydrated but tonight he succumbed to illness. He sure looked like he had a lot of fun for only living 4 weeks old. That last thought makes me incredibly sad. Next time you guys are taking a drink, burning a cig or bowl, please take drink/hit/puff for Peanut Butter. If only today could have been a day when no dogs would die. I plan on digging a nice hole for him tomorrow. This was unfortunately the only pic i took of him.

(Update) Got up from bed and buried him. let his mom sniff him one last time before he went in. Im not a religious person by any means, but i was compelled to place a cross for my little dog. i hope these pictures arent ghoulish or in bad taste.

Monday, September 13, 2010