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ass shakin friday. this band once told me that this is the time of the week that everyone works for. you know that shit's right. they had a video and that made me believe it.

the weedman has a dog now, a miniature doberman. he's cool with his owner and nobody else. "ya, he likes to bite fingers, but he's playin and he knows not to bite too hard." both of my hands and forearms are ripped up right now. he might start with the fingers because they're close, but he wants wrists and arms too. he got banned from my couch after a more viscious attack than usual, and later, came back with no attack, allowing him to stay. he starts licking the wounds he gave me, looks up to see if the weedman is watching, sees that he's not, and starts biting me again. he sat on the other side of the room for 30 minutes planning that. winner for most appropriate name ever: chewy the dog.

CptWitht and i are hitting a new place in west downtown to celebrate the big 28 with a guy we know. i prefer to kick it on the east side, but hey, it's his party. the rest of my weekend should involve the internet, maybe a fried twinkie, and showing a few pints who's boss.