Lookie! Lookie!

CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES! CUTE PUPPIES!



AWWWW!



I LOVE PUPPY TOWN! I WANNA LIVE THERE FOREVER!



AND A PERSONAL FAVORITE: CHARLES AND HIS LICKING PROBLEM!!



I hope that makes up for all the bitter pie I've been serving up lately.

Six Feet Under

I've been looking and printing up articles all day, so I'm a bit dazed right now.

Something happened yesterday that made me feel both free and heavy at the same time. I'm not gonna go into it, but it involves a boy named Brian who I was once in love with many, many years ago. Now, after ten years I'm done, drained of any love and affection I once had for this boy. Now I'm bordering on disgust that will soon turn into indifference. I hope.

But I once was in love. I once felt something that made me feel like I was a good person. And it ended badly. That's what happened. I no longer feel the need to reinvent history. I just want to live my life as it is, with honesty and integrity. It's over.

My last words to this corpse before I bury it, I will leave to Sia, because I've said all I wanna say:



(lyrics here)

Clearing away the bad energy...

...of the lame-assiness of Brian and his lame ass issues I give y'all:

EPISODE 6 OF PLANET UNICORN (heyyyy!)



Ah, I feel the annoyance of Brian's presence in my life clearing away. I'm at peace.

It's time for an apology...

I've treated myself poorly and must apologize for that. So, Debbye, I must apologize for:

• Putting you in the presence of silly, emotionally stunted boys whose utter lack of regard for your feelings left you questioning your self-worth and lovability.
• Making you even think that your self-worth is connected to the affection of another person rather than your own accomplishments and sense of self.
• Brian. We're gonna laugh about that one later over some beers. Jeez, whew, was that a royal fuck-up...

Okay, fine...

I'll admit it. I'm kinda excited about this.

And I thought I had grown out of the SITC phase. I guess there will always be a part of me that wants cocktails, strappy sandals and my very own Mr. Big.