First, it’s 4:30am. That alone is reason enough to go insane, at least when being awake to see the clock proudly display such numbers seems to have become a regular occurence around here.
However, the bedroom also flooded again. The parental units were kind enough (cough, cough) to say something to the effect of, “Oops, didn’t think that would happen again,” and offer me the molding mop from the last bit of flooding fun, with which I might sop up the grossness of the bedroom. To which I replied, “Hell no, bitches,” felt sorry for myself, cleaned up anyway (sans moldy mop), and decided, “fuck this shit, a move is most definitely in order.”
This realization might or might not have been prompted also by my father losing his ever-loving mind again and deciding the one who was the convenient target as a lil tyke would be just as convenient of a target now. To which (again) I replied (in my head, due to things like “discretion” and “personal safety,” of course), “Hell no, bitches” and also, “If you lay hands on my animals again, you rat bastard son of a glitch in someone’s better judgment, there will be hell of an entirely new kind to pay.” So yes, there has been that, lines have been crossed and tolerance exhausted, etcetera, etcetera.
Looking elsewhere, midterms are over but I’m pretty sure I flunky-flunked the last one due to the aforementioned series of unfortunate events. Well, not flunky-flunked maybe, but dismally scraped by with one of the lower letters, to be sure. Although, on the bright side, my other grades from the same class came in as fan-freaking-tastic, so maybe this won’t hurt too much overall. Or maybe I’m just pretending that is the case so I don’t lose the rest of my mind. Either/or.
For more “this could almost pass as happy” stuff, I was randomly escorted to my car on campus the other (very rainy) day by a self-described thugster-turned-gentleman with an umbrella*, despite my protests that I am not the Wicked Witch of the West and I will not melt in the rain, and the encounter made my freaking morning, offering further proof that I really am easily pleased (ahem, we are being grown-ups here and not making nasty but-oh-so funny jokes, right? Right). (And really, I should slap myself for turning a poorly constructed, three-mile-long sentence into a paragraph of its own … should, but won’t. Nor will I fix the sentence. So there).
And also on the list of pointless crap that doesn’t need to be said but is being said anyway, I am hopelessly addicted to the weirdness of Imogen Heap’s Hide and Seek, thanks to Jason Derulo’s remixified version. Yeah, yeah, the original came out like sixteen bajillion years ago, and I’m late to the game, as usual. So sue me.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand with that, it just started raining again. This is so not really happening, right? Oh no, of course not, not at all. So here, while I try to sort through all of these joyous occasions (except for the last one there, that was just bonus randomness that warrants no sorting through), you can have some pictures of…drum roll…dogs! Or, what the office has looked like the last few times I’ve worked.
The Brindle Brothers don't find my job nearly as interesting as I do, obviously.
Napoleon begging treats off my boss. Seriously, I just posted this picture for the shoes.
Streeeeeeeetch.
Louis is quite depressed by all the muzzles.
Even the little one got to go in one day. One of the supply coolers doubled as a playpen.
Purse dog wannabe! Mutant lapdogs ain't got nothin' on this.
*Okay, so that sounds somewhat dangerous. A) he is my class partner, and B) his “thugster-turned-gentleman” deal translates to something more like “saggy-pants-self-centered-ambitionless-loserloaf-turned-respectable-manstudent-with-OMG-manners-and-a-belt.” And it was daylight in a well-populated public lot. So yeah, just to clear that up and make it known that I don’t let random, self-proclaimed thugster-anythings with pointy objects follow me to my vehicle. Also? Longest footnote ever.
