Why doesn’t anybody pet that poor little mewing baby?!?!? 

And here’s one for the dog lovers…..

Talking Dog

Jessie is still working nights and I am here alone and Lukas is napping.  I tried cleaning house to keep my mind occupied but there’s only so much I can do before I want to pass out. 

I just want to take a minute to thank you guys for reading this.  I know it’s nothing, really..but for me, it’s something to look forward to every day.  I get up, I check my email, I read other blogs, and then I check to see who left comments on mine.  It’s a small and trite way of keeping in touch, but it’s my lifeline sometimes.  I sleep in as long as I can most days just so the day will be over sooner.  I try to do things around the house to stay occupied, and Lukas keeps me going pretty well while he’s awake..but it’s like there’s no time for me.  No time to do the things I used to love doing.  No friends to drop in on and watch stupid movies together.  No favorite hangouts where you might run into somebody you know and have a few drinks with.  Nothing.  I hate it here. 

I was cleaning one of the toilets a few minutes ago and I was remembering my Freshman year at WVU and my English 101 class.  It was your typical 101 class where you’d get brain dead topics to write about and then you are graded based on how well you follow direction as well as your competency with the English language.  In this particular class, every time you wrote a paper, one of your pupils would critique it before you handed in to the teacher to be graded.  I usually got along with the people because they were just like me…..open to debate and talking, but for the most part told you your paper was good.  Then there was this one guy.  In Clarksburg he might have stuck out a little, but in WVU he really didn’t.  He was tall, thin, ghostly white, and dressed in traditional goth attire.  I thought it would be interesting when our turn to be paired up would finally come along because every time he spoke up in class he sounded so smart…..so off the path from everybody else.  Well when the time came, the topic was to pick something relevant from the news and give your personal thoughts on it.  I don’t remember what I chose from the news to write about…I actualyl think it had something to do with people using patriotism in Morgantown as an excuse to throw parties and burn couches.  It wasn’t anything special…nothing I’d put in a portfolio, but it fulfilled the assignment.  So we are sitting there and he basically throws his paper at me without even looking at me and snatches mine out of my hands.  It wasn’t looking good.  So I start reading his paper and am horrified to see that the guy decided to write a diatribe about his father disowning him for being gay.  That in and of itself isn’t so bad.  It could have made a nice story if he hadn’t been such a wanker about it.  The first few lines of the paper were descriptive accounts of him loving the sensation of sucking dicks and the first time he mutually masturbated with a friend of a friend.  It was like I was reading gay erotica!  I sucked it up and tried to read the story for what it was, but the whole thing, about a page and a half, was nothing but him loving a man on his dick.  There was only mention of his father once.  The rest of it was self-indulgent porn.  I, being a nice person, still made my comments at the end praising his ability to be descriptive and compelling.  I decided not to mention that he had missed the point of the assignment.  I get my paper back and the asshole had written on mine that it was nothing more than "some chick bitching about the news."  I was furious..and actually very offended.  I mean, it was English 101 for fuck’s sake.  I’m supposed to be shitting out masterpieces?  I wished immediately that I had been a total smart ass on his paper and written something like "I, too, enjoy the cock, but you didn’t do the fucking assignment you stupid twat.  However, I am glad you wrote this.  If I were a guy, I would totally have a stiffy right now."  See how he liked that.  The dude dropped out of college before the first semester was even over, and I think about him often.  I really do think he had something brilliant about him, he was just a fuck face.  I stopped being nice after that.  In one of my upper level Literature classes, I was paired up with a guy and we just did not like each other from the get-go.  We argued the entire time we had to work together and we sneered at each other any time we passed.  Every time I sneered at that asshole, I thought about the guy from my 101 class and how he’d made me want to be more honest about things. 

"Yeah?  Well you’re a WINKY WASHER!!"

"A winky washer?  What the hell?"

"You wash winkies!"

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"Oh my God, you are acting like an annoying little brother again!"

"Well I’m going to go upstairs and use the bathroom because I can’t use it down here.  I might have to go number two perhaps, maybe.  That’s what YOU sound like!"

"Well for that you can’t lick the bowl!  *I was making brownies*  *I lick the spoon I was using to mix*  Mmmmm!  It’s SOOOOO good!  Don’t you wish you could have this?  It’s SOOOOOOOOO good!"

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"If you don’t stop it I’m calling Mom!"

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"Oh my God, I’m going to smack you!"

"DO IT!"

Hehehehe…..it was a good visit.  I needed it.