vulvatron

There's nothing like waking up at 6 am to the sound of your dog ripping your favorite Victoria's Secret push up bra in half. He is sooo lucky he's still alive, to be honest. It seems that everytime I buy something from Victorias Secret it either destroys itself on its own, or my dog tears it to pieces. So I've finally resolved myself to taking him to the vet for those anti anxiety meds that they recommended for his anxiety and behavior problems. I've really tried training him... I've been waking up wayyy early to take him on long walks each morning to wear him out before I leave for work. Maybe he's upset because I'm sort of packing, and things aren't where they usually are. Granted, its no excuse to continually be a little bitch and follow me from room to room and then tear my underwear and bras to shreds whenever I'm not looking. I'm actually amazed that he got in the closet, I don't know how. I must have left a crack in the door. Damn me.

A few minutes ago I splattered my soup all over my arm and jeans. I'm off to a good start today as you can tell.

I just keep thinking how much less stressful life will be after I get moved into the new place. Dex will be getting neutered, probably on anti anxiety meds, and I will finally have the apartment I've been wanting for over a year. I don't even care about the commute anymore. Downtown is great, I'm just sick of living here. Parties outside of my window everynight with people's smoke continually wafting in my windows that are open because its too damn hot. If for nothing else, I'm moving for my lungs. Actually, screw that, I'm moving for the dishwasher and washer and dryer. Yes.

Ah well, off to get ready for work. I get paid this week, first paycheck after my raise. It should be nice