imaginaryboy

So last night my dog gave birth to 13 puppies. Christ on a bike, I cant think of any other dog we've had that had so many pups. The crazy thing it was almost a year to the day she had her last litter. Anyway, so I wake up with Paulie, the pup from her last litter, stabbing me in the eye with his nose trying to get my attention. I go look in the other room, and by then it's too late, three of the pups were dead because my retarded dog doesent quite understand two simple facts. a), you cannot lay on top of your puppies when you weigh nearly 100 pounds, and b), the placenta needs to come OFF of the puppies for them to breathe. Anyway, so ten dogs out of the 13 end up living, and now my house is a warzone because my cat is brazen enough to go back there, and each time he does, Maggie tries to kill him. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Animals aside, nothing really exciting is going on with me. I'm still aiming to go to Atmosphere Monday night, at the Troc, and Wednesday night I'm still going to the club. It's good to be getting out more though, this snow has been driving me up the walls and really limiting my options for doing anything. So basically my free time has consisted of buying cheesesteaks and drinking Heineken, fun times! Ha.

Today I'm supposed to go to the mall to grab tickets to the show for Alex after I get off of work, then I have to help Luke get some applications because he got fired the other day. That really blows considering we're trying to rent a house in the near future.

Oh well, that's how things work with us.

Time to get ready for work and drown in my coffee.

LWTUA

-Industrial Love