Clean dog.

I have a very wet and very pissed dog.
But he's a very clean dog and doesn't smell like anything other than...well...dog, and that is going to allow me to cuddle him more. Which really means that verypissedandwet dog should actually be grateful. lol.
And in about four hours, after I leave for work, im going to have a very pissed mother because our bathroom is dog-smelly. Oh well. The fact that I'm the one who pissed the dog off means that he's going to want to cuddle HER and he won't smell bad, so really, reallypissed mother should be grateful. lol again.

I wear my mother's father's wedding ring. Why? No idea. I didn't know him. In fact, he commited suicide before I was born, i think. From what i've heard, he wasn't the best dad in the world. And yet I never take it off.

I lost an earing the other day. I'm sad. Gorgeous earings.

fucksalt.

I need lotion.


Today is one of those days that its absolutly freezing, but when the sun comes out for the five seconds every hour, its hot enough to melt away every mental issue ever :)

hmm.