My new dog tried to attack me when I was trimming his nails the other night. He's a beautiful white husky mix, and is normally a sweetheart, but something wasn't to his liking and he let me know. The problem is, I can't tolerate acts of aggression from a dog. Sherlock's the quintessential submissive dog-when I accidentally hurt him he shreaks like a girl and makes sad puppy dog eyes at me to please stop. I can't trust that Bandit (the new dog-I didn't name him) won't cross that line some day and hurt me, one of my pets, or another person. He obviously wasn't socialized properly as a puppy and now that we've rescued him this is the price we're paying. My whole family has fallen in love with him, so I'm seeking advice from the good people at work. I really hope things work out.
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I wouldn't wish discontinuing Effexor cold turkey on my worst enemy. Okay, I don't have any "worst enemies" but I can think of a few people that might deserve something like this. The constant headaches. The mood swings. The nausea. The feeling that maybe you are a crackhead, even if the crack was prescribed by a board-certified dealer. It's all so lovely...I'm going to have a few friends to ask forgiveness of when this ends, I think.
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I saw The Crying Game again this weekend at my mom's and now I can't get the song out of my head. I think it's a shame Jaye Davidson left film for fashion after Stargate. He was fabulous as Dil, and somehow managed to look even more feminine with his hair shorn. I hadn't seen the ending and that was a little cheesy, but I love that you feel for Dil as much as Fergus does by the climax.
I also saw The Emporer and The Assassin. Gong Li's the most beautiful woman in the world, period. How do Chinese period films manage to be so unfailingly gorgeous without being superficial?
That's more than enough melodrama. Let's go dancing soon and celebrate my drug refills.
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I wouldn't wish discontinuing Effexor cold turkey on my worst enemy. Okay, I don't have any "worst enemies" but I can think of a few people that might deserve something like this. The constant headaches. The mood swings. The nausea. The feeling that maybe you are a crackhead, even if the crack was prescribed by a board-certified dealer. It's all so lovely...I'm going to have a few friends to ask forgiveness of when this ends, I think.
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I saw The Crying Game again this weekend at my mom's and now I can't get the song out of my head. I think it's a shame Jaye Davidson left film for fashion after Stargate. He was fabulous as Dil, and somehow managed to look even more feminine with his hair shorn. I hadn't seen the ending and that was a little cheesy, but I love that you feel for Dil as much as Fergus does by the climax.
I also saw The Emporer and The Assassin. Gong Li's the most beautiful woman in the world, period. How do Chinese period films manage to be so unfailingly gorgeous without being superficial?
That's more than enough melodrama. Let's go dancing soon and celebrate my drug refills.
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Things have been busy. J and I got hitched in September and then had a reception back home in October. Started my masters in biology in May, so that's also keeping me busy. Other than that, it's same old.
And you?