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Domesticated. written @ 1:27 p.m. on September 02, 2003 Not too much is happening today. I woke up this morning at about 11:30, or 12:OOish... I'm getting the house cleaner for when Nena comes home (Sunday)... I hate her not being here. It's like having a sister that is gone. You just don't feel right. I'm not sure if the kids are gunna wanna do something tonight. I know that Brent and Taimyhr have school tomorrow. As does Neona and maybe Kaity. i'm starting to think that I am the only one with no life. I have a puppy. She is my life. It's like having a baby, but without all of the tedium and legality. I mean, she 's expensive. $892 for her... $200 for vert bills... various costs of food, shampoo, TOYS, brushes, collars, clothes (yes... my puppy wears clothes...dresses, sweaters, etc.), a puppy bag (to hall around her shit), blankets, leashes, dog tag... etc. She is very spoiled. I'm thinking of making her a webpage. This is how bored I am sometimes. Uuugh. Jenny... e-mail me your address. I feel like writing a letter. Buh. Scott just woke up, and he's in a pissy mood. Lovely. We got really stoned last night when I got home. We watched 101 dalmatians whith Dharma. I couldn't get over how funny that movie is. Uuugh. Must still have THC in my system... hee hee. My hair is getting so long now. I can't wait until it touches my ass. I'm going to go do dishes now. Gee, I'm so domestic.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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