intelligent creatures
Posted: May 28th, 2007, 7:39 pm
my proverbial roommate has finally gone to north Dakota, as i suspected she found the most retarded person she could find to replace her presence, which was almost welcomed until we met the replacement. this woman just wants peace and quiet and is recently divorsed and does not like children, or animals unless they are her own, and her dog i have been praying my wolf will eat. today when crying on a tree stump to the intercessor of the sundance about"everything" i confessed that i had been praying that the wolf would eat her wiener dog.
some smiles are worth a millon bucks, as luck would have it = the wolf could care less about a nice warm scooby snack like a wiener dog mixed with cha wah wah which i call a yapping dog. a friend of mine in kauai says "careful, they will turn on you like yapping dogs" as i have witnessed more than once. today i have spent the day working in the warm beautiful sunlight and listening from the backseat of the truck to endless meaningless conversations that i do not care one thing about. the things that I do care about it was suggested to me that I make a list of priorities. the new roommate does not even rate on the list.
no matter soon this hell will be over, because we will send the bitch screaming from our house in horror that we could be so insensative i would imagine, or maybe not. maybe she likes the idea of two twin eight year old boys and a blind woman in briefs with diabetes and on oxagen in the room next door to her. personally i think it is a grande idea, living like one big happy family.
i love my life, my husband, my friends, and my wolf and three cats, one of which was recently raped by a raccoon and has a five hundred dollar ass reconstructed by the veternarian
all is well, once you have been raped, you never let it happen again, at least not by a raccon
some smiles are worth a millon bucks, as luck would have it = the wolf could care less about a nice warm scooby snack like a wiener dog mixed with cha wah wah which i call a yapping dog. a friend of mine in kauai says "careful, they will turn on you like yapping dogs" as i have witnessed more than once. today i have spent the day working in the warm beautiful sunlight and listening from the backseat of the truck to endless meaningless conversations that i do not care one thing about. the things that I do care about it was suggested to me that I make a list of priorities. the new roommate does not even rate on the list.
no matter soon this hell will be over, because we will send the bitch screaming from our house in horror that we could be so insensative i would imagine, or maybe not. maybe she likes the idea of two twin eight year old boys and a blind woman in briefs with diabetes and on oxagen in the room next door to her. personally i think it is a grande idea, living like one big happy family.
i love my life, my husband, my friends, and my wolf and three cats, one of which was recently raped by a raccoon and has a five hundred dollar ass reconstructed by the veternarian
all is well, once you have been raped, you never let it happen again, at least not by a raccon