puppy love

I've found the love of my life, and his name is Mr. Bojangles :



I had to do the awkward two-handed grip because at twelve weeks he's already a beast. But I do love me a fatty. WANT WANT WANT.

days like today, in fact

Seriously though. I don't don the tiara for just anyone.

And this concludes today's rant.

hallmark my words

I bought this greeting card today:


If you had ketchup packets in your glove box I'd have french fries on my floorboard. If you had an "I'm with Stupid" t-shirt, I'd have a pro wrestling hat. If you shouted "Yahtzee" at climax, I'd shout "Bingo." If you produced a television show called "America's Funniest Animal Attacks," I'd suddenly get mauled by a panda. What I'm trying to get at here is that somehow, someway, you and I just seem to be made for each other.


I'm going to tuck it away for now, but I think it was a solid purchase. Hopefully one day the Yahtzee to my Bingo finds it as poignant as I do.

the question no one likes to ask

Actually, the question isn't the problem. It's the answer that we seem to fear most.

a break in the clouds

Today. Outlook calendars and room reservations and cancellations, and cancellations, and cancellations, an entire company simultaneously shitting its pants.





I am a balloon days after the party.





However, you're never given more than you can handle (no, honestly) and now life is coming down off its eight-hour high. Several deep breaths and muttered threats later, I came across this:







And while I can't shed clothing just yet, I took the message to heart. Back to work, smile in place.


Get naked and do your thing -

J

the city of angels

Oh LA....you're a filthy bitch and I love you in the kind of ways that require a safeword.

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

Peace and love and sand and Del Taco,

J

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