Not all puppies are lovable.
I discovered this today. I was woken up this evening by a whining noise. I opened my bedroom door and found a little baby bassett hound in the hallway. Apparently, my roommate got a dog. Or is looking after somebody's dog. Or stole somebody's dog. I don't know, because she wasn't around to ask.
Speaking of asking, I wish she had asked *me* if I was cool with having a dog in the house. Why? Because the damn thing woke me up way early and bit my foot hard enough to draw blood. Plus, when I went downstairs, I found that he'd pissed on the living room rug and taken a crap under the kitchen table.
So I left my roomie a little note expressing my displeasure on my way out the door to go to work. I also left her the messes to clean up, partly because I had a train to catch, and partly because I'm not going to take responsibility for some mutt she brought home and abandoned there without asking me.
I'm expecting a bit of a row with her when I get home tomorrow morning. Kind of a knockdown dragout deal.
I'm also going to call my landlord in the morning and explain to him exactly what's going on. Hopefully, she'll be gone by the end of the month.
Worst of all, though, I got my times completely screwed up and Lotus couldn't make it to the film fest.
Also because I had the times screwed up, I didn't finish getting ready to go until ten minutes after the thing started, so I said "screw it" and stayed home instead - and then got to deal with the dog later on.
Oh. Plus. Earlier today, I had the exquisite pleasure of being stuck on the train with a couple of white suburban gangstaz. One of them was going on about the dope shit he was gonna drink that night - shart rooz (or shart ruz - he said that a lot too... I s'pose he meant Chartreuse) and absininthe. Not absinthe, but absininthe. Yeah, he's been chugging that shit for years, yo.
I swear to God, some people don't get the point of anything. These midtown feebs are going to drive me fucking mental. This is why I removed absinthe from my "into" list - I just couldn't handle the thought of having anything in common with that smacktard.
I discovered this today. I was woken up this evening by a whining noise. I opened my bedroom door and found a little baby bassett hound in the hallway. Apparently, my roommate got a dog. Or is looking after somebody's dog. Or stole somebody's dog. I don't know, because she wasn't around to ask.
Speaking of asking, I wish she had asked *me* if I was cool with having a dog in the house. Why? Because the damn thing woke me up way early and bit my foot hard enough to draw blood. Plus, when I went downstairs, I found that he'd pissed on the living room rug and taken a crap under the kitchen table.
So I left my roomie a little note expressing my displeasure on my way out the door to go to work. I also left her the messes to clean up, partly because I had a train to catch, and partly because I'm not going to take responsibility for some mutt she brought home and abandoned there without asking me.
I'm expecting a bit of a row with her when I get home tomorrow morning. Kind of a knockdown dragout deal.
I'm also going to call my landlord in the morning and explain to him exactly what's going on. Hopefully, she'll be gone by the end of the month.
Worst of all, though, I got my times completely screwed up and Lotus couldn't make it to the film fest.
Also because I had the times screwed up, I didn't finish getting ready to go until ten minutes after the thing started, so I said "screw it" and stayed home instead - and then got to deal with the dog later on.
Oh. Plus. Earlier today, I had the exquisite pleasure of being stuck on the train with a couple of white suburban gangstaz. One of them was going on about the dope shit he was gonna drink that night - shart rooz (or shart ruz - he said that a lot too... I s'pose he meant Chartreuse) and absininthe. Not absinthe, but absininthe. Yeah, he's been chugging that shit for years, yo.
I swear to God, some people don't get the point of anything. These midtown feebs are going to drive me fucking mental. This is why I removed absinthe from my "into" list - I just couldn't handle the thought of having anything in common with that smacktard.
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lucky enough, we dont really have honky gangstaz here in new zealand thank god. but the skaties can be pretty damn annoying.
word!
And maybe1day, it's "werd." Get it kee-reck, yo.