pb

there's a great big giant 110 pound german shepard sweetie in my 500sq ft. studio apartment with me. she's big and furry and nice and talks to me.

no, i haven't been eating magic mushrooms, though that would be fun.

i'm dog sitting for the weekend for a friend. white dog hair everywhere, which kinda sucks because i'm sort of a neat freak...but the cuteness of her makes up for it. i took her for a walk tonight on the bike trail near the river by my place and like 3 different girls stopped me to ask about my 'pretty puppy.' now i know why everyone around here is always walking around after their pooch and picking up their poop...its all a big yuppie cliche thing.

anyway, i've friends and crushes in SF for prom this weekend, so let's wish them lots of sexx and funn and good times.

alas, i have to work this weekend. st00pid aeroplanes.




-pb

book: mother, come home; paul hornschemeier
music: the cure
dispostion: perpetually sexually frustrated
drink: water
attire: boxer briefs