  so... yeah... the dog and cats... don't get along so well... i know, i know. what did i expect? sometimes dogs and cats get along alright. i think that phooey will be okay by the end of the visit. but, raphly, hes such an asshole! he is just a mean little cat. the dog is so adorable. i can carry her everywhere!
everyone loves her and runs up to her! she is much better attention that i usually get. usually, around this time of year when it starts to warm up i just get people gawking at my tattoos. are they real? can i touch them? (or sometimes they just do anyway, what is my skin supposed to feel like? scales? i'm not quite sure about the touching. i really don't care for strangers touching me, but then, what must it be like to be a dog that everyone wants to pet all the time?
) okay, so i'm a little drunk. i haven't had anything to eat besides a small piece of b-day cake for a girl i swear is not over the age of twenty (maybe 21, at the oldest) and is married to stylist at work (age, somewhere mid thirties) but i'm not judging. what was i talking about? oh, forget it. i'm going to make a quesidilla! 
