I don't love the COAEW. I'm sitting at LittleBrother's(10) school, waiting for him to get out. (As is my custom on Tuesdays and Wednesdays) Have to get up here an hour early to get a spot in the parking lot and who is two cars over? Why it is that skankhole. Yesterday the COAEW parked at the grocery store and walked to the school at the last minute (she told Sweety where she parked when he called to make sure she was getting LB) but today she's found time to get here an hour early? This means that LB will want to walk out to the parking lot with his mother and brother and I will have to walk with them and be nice. Fuck a duck. I'm wondering if she doesn't get here early to park in the lot on just the days that I pick up LB. Probably.
There's some bullshit going on that is making me fucking nuts. That's why I haven't had much to say the past few days. Have you ever thought that you were going to be getting fairly good news but instead it was complete shit? I'm there. I've been in a high state of panic and pooping water for the past week as I fret over it. It doesn't have anything to do with the COAEW or Sweety. Just some lovely litigation that I will be going through. You know I hate talking to people? I'd rather pluck my eyes out and eat them than deal with this crap. Having to talk to people (strangers! ack.) about personal stuff that I'd rather not even voice. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to get fucked. I think that this is going to be karma's way of making me pay for every bad thing that I've ever done. I've skated along the past 12 or so years, spreading my brand of sunshine and I feel that I'm fixing to get some of it back. Lucky me.
My favorite part of having dogs is that when you walk around barefoot, you gather soft, furry slippers on the bottom of your feet. I like it. It makes me feel like the dogs and I have a special bond. See this?
This is what Stinky Dog sheds in 48 hours. I need to get a loom and start weaving the stuff into blankets or something. After I took that photo, I walked into the garage to get the dustpan. Tiny Dog was knee deep in the hair when I came back and was eating the shit as fast as she could because she knows that she's not supposed to be in it. Why do I love this gross little animal?
What does it mean when you dream of masturbating? I'm thinking it means that I need to get laid. It also means that I need to get the house clean today so I can stay in bed tomorrow with the laptop and rub off until I fall asleep from exhaustion. Wow, I really plan big.
Tomorrow is early, early release day at school so LB will get out of school at noon. That doesn't give me much time to execute my plan.
Ah, I see the COAEW in my rearview mirror now as she goes up to the school. I'm gonna flick a booger on her windshield when I walk by. As you can see, I'm doing really well on my plan to not let her existence annoy the living shit out of me.