It's Dead. Yay.

Apparantly overdue posts have become my specialty. Joy.

I have learned something over these past couple of weeks: I. Hate. Dogs.

This, of course, all stemming from the two new Border Collies my Bastardly Parental Units saw fit to purchase. We used to have one a few years ago (I'm sure there's mention of her reign of terror somewhere amidst my dark blog), and one could say they overcompensated just a bit. Sure, then I was all for the canine species. But honestly, having cats (which I ironically hated before I ever owned one) has rather turned me off to them.

At least cats are fucking hygenic.

Really, what kind of person would want an aminal that drools, jumps, and leaves vile messes in the living room. Let alone two?

Don't get me wrong, things could be worse in my life. Much worse. But I'm still going to mutter darkly and brood over the fact that unless I move out, I'm shit out of luck for the next twelve years or so.

On another note that borders on positive, I've the next whole week off of work. For seven WHOLE days, this dark clad shell sit in her evil lair and be the quintessential hermit that she is. Not once will I have to feign some semblance of a painful grin, or force some animation in the usual monotone, and best of all........

I don't have to wear color.

Yes, faithful nonexistent readers, it's the simple things.