I FUCKING HATE GETTING SICK.
I know, I know everyone also hates being ill. I know I'm not "special" in this. Why isn't the human race just one big club centered around not getting sick? Oh, right. Nazi socialists want everyone to be poor, sick, and dying. No, seriously. I just Googled "healthcare problems" trying to find some crazy flophead off his shit. I did good.
This chick is pretty much been a bit of an obsession lately. I feel like she's my alter ego. At some point in the day, every day, I daydream about what it would be like to run off and go gonzo on life. It's just so cool; she doesn't seem to have a lot of insecurities, maybe she doesn't know entirely what she wants out of life but she's having fun doing what she's doing, she fucks whomever she wants, she takes really decent pictures, is an acerbic yet poignant writer, and she's cute. But, ya know. I like stability okay.
Have been sitting on my ass way too much lately. The week before last, I was very active and top of all my wantings to do this and wantings to do that. I went running four times. I planted a bunch of peppers, tomatoes, and other plants in kitty litter buckets. I made food (I think?). I did some laundry. I cleaned my apartment. I looked for jobs. I downloaded a lot of really cool sounding music and listened to some of it.
Then, I found Taco.
Oh, Taco. Right from the start you were so adorable. You were found wet and scampering the streets late at night. I immediately scooped you up and poured affection all over you. It is no secret that I have been wanting a canine to devote whatever affections I have to give leftover from two cats, two sisters and a brother, said bf, already sparingly seen friends, and, oh, myself. Taco, you gave me the best lesson I could have ever learned: I was right to think that no dog could possibly fit into my life at this time. Especially a separation-anxiety-prone, ever-excitable, rarely-tired, lady-dog-humping-machine of a tiny Pomeranian mix pup. Oy. How I loved you, and loved to be rid of you.
Oh! Also! I found my real life Jerri Blank (and, yes, I do know about this).
BEHOLD, GRANDMA JENKEM:
Isn't she just lovely?
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