Brad left me a really sweet voicemail before he left so I could listen to it whenever I missed him. I’ve listened to it a lot. I could recite it. Last night I couldn’t sleep so I went to listen to it…it’s gone. I have never been more crushed.
I still have two more months of this.
My mom’s husband is really strange and funny and kinda crazy. Here are some examples of why my mom calls him “Random-ass Ed”
“You know, there is some truth to cool-whip before bed…”
“If you ever put a dream catcher in your car, I’ll shoot you. That’s just so stupid…catch this ya shithead!” (as he flips off the idea of dream catchers in cars)
I’ve been in Albuquerque for over a week now. Whoops. I went on here once or twice to try and go through my dash, but it’s just too much.
Rest easy, I’m alive and well.
Summary of my trip: SO LONG. But hey, now I’m living the good life. My immediate family members all know I’m engaged, so I don’t have to worry about that, and Brad is able to write letters almost every day now. :)
Sometimes I consider getting a twitter just so I can respond with snarky comments and make fun of people. Kind of like what I would do on facebook if I didn’t have self control.
My dog will bark for attention when he gets bored and wants to play. I have been trying and trying and trying to break this habit. It only gets worse because my boyfriend’s mom and brother won’t listen to me and continue to reward his bad behavior. Yelling at a dog “STOP. ROSCOE. STOP. NO” means nothing. It’s going to make him keep barking, because you are basically barking with him and giving him attention. Also, chasing him around or playing with him or giving him a treat is not going to help because he is getting exactly what he wants.
I have said SO many times, “you can’t yell, it does not help” and “don’t play with him when he barks, you just give him what he wants” or “you just have to calmly tell him no and then ignore him” or “IGNORE HIM”.
Funny, when he’s with just me he shuts up. When he’s in the living room with you, I have to keep coming out and making him stop, mostly because you are more annoying than he is. Oh, and you think I should move to New Mexico and leave my dog with you for three months…
This virus scan is going to take for-freakin-ever so it better get rid of this shit. >:C
Sometimes I can’t even operate in safe mode, so if it gets any worse I’m just beyond fucked.
I’m moving on Thursday. Here’s what I’ve gotten done so far:
1. I made a list of things to pack.
petals on a wet, black bough.” —In a Station of the Metro. Ezra Pound.
Ughhh. Ezra Pound, you are magical.