(Source: fuckyouandyouremotions, via ondineandthegypsy)
living with a dog for the past few months i have learned a few things…
1- dog hair is gross and stinky and unless you vacuum every day or two (which lets face it, doesn’t happen) there is absolutely no escape from it.
2- when a dog craps indoors (due to illness or whatever) it will, in a panic, cram it as far into a corner as possible, thus smearing it way into the carpet and onto the walls, making it incredibly difficult to clean and stinking up the entire house.
3- even the well trained ones need their training stayed on top of every damn day for them to not turn into jerks who do ALL the things! they aren’t supposed to
but most importantly, i have learned that while dogs are great, they are also assholes who stink and shed on everything you own and then crap all over the place when they get sick and bless them and those who love them but until i live in a house with a whole lot of outdoor space around it for dogs to be the stinky, shedding, shit machines that they are without it interfering with my ability to sit down or eat or even inhale comfortable, i am declaring myself NOT a dog person.
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brill.iant
i never thought i could enjoy the privacy of a relationship so well, and i have found it to suit me.
A Venn diagram of things that U.S. presidents have declared war on and things that we have come nowhere close to eliminating or even improving would be a circle
legit
I am chairs pushed together at midnight to make a bed.
VFS poster at comm/bro
i can rant as much as i fucking want to
my back is out, so i haven’t been able to do much of anything - especially sleep.
so i finally manage to pass out this evening. no more than an hour later, boyfriend and roomie come barging into the apartment, riling up the dogs, coming in to wake me up to say hi, and generally being loud inconsiderate fuckbags.
so now the whole place is asleep. oh, except me. i’m hanging out on the couch with the dogs watching david attenborough be all like ‘this is how you tell seals and sea lions apart.’ which i admit is valuable and new information but honestly continuing to sleep would have been pretty rad too.
i have also been having chest pains/slow shitty heartbeat for the last few hours. so thats fucking excellent.
BIG. FUCKING> COCKs.
