Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
A Huge fucking thunderstorm started around 1 AM. It's still going on at 8:45. I love it. Lucy, however, is freaked out by the thunder, poor girl. Laz doesn't even notice. I feel a little awful putting the dogs out in the rain. Lucy just tucks her tail and runs back and forth trying to stay dry. Lucy, a year and a half ago you were a starving stray that wandered up to my door. How are you so spoiled in such a short time?
There was a thunder clap around four that was loud enough to set off the car alarms in my neighborhood. It was pretty great.
I just woke up from a ridiculous dream.
some bad dudes with generic TV bad dude foreign accents told me to help them kill somebody. THey didn't ask, they didn't hire, they just told. Bad guys are assholes. I'm pretty sure it was my sister's husband or her family. Anyway it wasn't cool. It might have been someone else too I don't remember. Anyway, the whole thing took place at this way too brightly colored bed and breakfast because it was somebody's wedding. I can't remember whose not that I'm awake. So I'm outside sneaking around with a few different guns and I just decide, "fuck it." I stash the larger guns and go inside and tell my sister. She's freaked out and so I tell her husband instead.
My shooting whoever I was supposed to shoot was only the first part of whatever plan there was and that would be their signal to start their part. so, after letting the cat out of the bag, I call my bad dudes. They ask if it's done and instead of telling them to fuck off, I ask if they are interested in buying some Boy Scout popcorn from my nephews. Irate shouting erupts on the line and then I try to continue to tell them something, but now I've forgotten what it was. That's a sadness because it was some excellent bullshit. until I find that they have hung up.
On with the rest of the day. I'm splitting my time making sure decorations and settings and everything is perfect for this wedding and making sure generically foreign bad dudes don't show back up. It's very banal and exciting all at once. I'm pretty much a badass. Fuck, this whole thing is slipping away now....Random foreign bad dudes do show up but are captured and then the black federal prosecutor lady from "BONES" shows up to take them away.
I turn around and say, "Let's get this shindig under way," to realize that I'm in a hoodie and jeans and I should be in a bridesmaid dress. "Oh shit, I suppose I should put on a dress and get my hair did." At that point another bridesmaid comes inside with a half finished dress and a mess of hair. evidently the dresses are being constructed on the brides maids and it's not my turn yet since I was so busy saving everyone earlier. Someone sits me down to do my hair and again I say, "fuck it," and somehow magic myself into being ready. That's way better anyway. So in waiting for hings to begin, I'm sitting under a tree with Lacy and a bunch of other people and I realize that it's a grand mixture of all kinds of people from my youth, most of which I dislike. at that point I lean over to Lacy and tell her I don't really want to be there anymore and my alarm went off.
I might of this cough. It's better but I'm so annoyed it existed in the first place I might implode. grrrr
Puppy REALLY wants to play with the other dogs. He's annoying them to death. Whose death, I'm not sure. I'm really afraid it will be the end of Laz. He needs to learn not to be an asshole. His little puppy teeth fucking hurt.
I'm stupid sleepy at this moment and it's not even 8 PM. I'm rethinking this whole morning shift. I'm tired really early and my morning time being lazy is sorely missed. I do have about 2 hours of not hell in the morning at work. I do like going out at night again though, when I bother.
I haven't been out in a long time, and lately the invitations have been coming in. Goddamnit, I have a new fucking puppy that needs to learn not to be an asshole and doesn't need to be left in his kennel all the time. call me two weeks ago. I actually skipped a girls' dinner tonight because I was out till all hours last night with Juice since her birthday is today. I'm kind of an asshole for skipping it, but between coughing, tired and puppy I excused myself. I had actually forgotten all about it until Lacy reminded me yesterday. Frankly, I spent all my available fundage already. Meh
So, Husband came by the other day to bring me Esther's collar and meet the puppy. We had a nice visit and he showed off his new motorcycle. He more than doubled his horsepower with the trade in. It's fuckin' sweet.
Meh, update complete.
I've had a terrible cough for the last week or so. It's settled into my chest. It seems to be getting better though. I almost choked on a coughdrop. -___- Someone is trying to kill me. I was freezing most of the day. It wasn't cold weather wise, I was just freezing. I was wearing a sweatshirt and under blankets. I didn't warm up until I had a few cups of coffee. It was crazy.
I am definitely at least in Like with my puppy. Still not crazy about "puppy problems" but he is loving me. He is antagonizing the shit out of Lucy though. I keep thinking Lucy is going to eat him. She needs to put him in his place while she still can. In a few weeks he'll be bigger than her.
While on the puppy subject, he's a stubborn little fuck. He decided tonight that he didn't want to be outside. He just sat in the door and stared at me. O_O stare stare stare. Even when I picked him up and carried him outside he just flopped on the ground and didn't do his outside stuff. At that point I just left him outside and all he did was lay in front of the door until I came to get him.
Puppy also hates his collar. That's okay for right now since it's too big.
Puppy is very vocal about not liking his kennel. I locked up all the dogs in the same room so he's not lonely, but he its unhappy.
Puppy needs a name. I had a few, but they don't fit. I'm thinking about a couple, but I'm still taking suggestions.
