Guys, I've just discovered that Casey is cheating on me!



Why me?!

*weeps*

Casey would like to point something out:

"I am NOT A REPUBLICAN...I am an independent with Republican leanings."

So... yeah. For the record.

Also - way to explode the Powell post, guys. :P

Just kidding - I love you all.

I received two - TWO! - predawn text messages. The first was from my brother:

I just had this random flashback to childhood that made me smile and laugh out loud. so I just wanted you to know that I love you immensely.

... and the second was from the lovely Miss Anneke:

My friend and I half-drunkenly picked up the last amlit and I read your whale poem outloud and after he just sat there staring, and finally said "who is this person? I... I... I would turn straight for this girl."

Add that to:

- two nights ago, Casey snuggled up next to me in a cold-medicine induced stupor and said, sleepily, "I REALLY like you. You're a good girlfriend."
- when I got home, Kelli had sent me an IM with some gorgeous Trash the Dress pictures, prefaced with "I saw these pics (about halfway down the page) and instantly thought of you because they are awesome... like you."

And I'm feeling kind of happy at the moment.

When I walk Oliver in the morning, I meet someone new every day. Today I met the guy in charge of the construction work in the building next door. He was incredibly friendly and looked kind of like my fourth grade teacher.

Also, if I find out who has been discarding chicken bones on the sidewalk, I will possibly smack them. Oliver has attempted to eat these at least fifteen times, and even though I throw away the ones that I have to dislodge from his throat, there are always more! So, okay, I don't love everyone. I don't love the person who has been leaving chicken bones on the sidewalk.

But I love most people.

Lots of random photos from the last week/weekend. Boys, friends, boyfriends, dog, me playing Risk, and other crazy stuff.



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Yesterday afternoon marked the first day of my "vacation" (Eva's out of town, so I don't work). I was spending it doing laundry, writing stuff, and just generally being a bum.

I came back from watering the plants outside when I heard the "beep" of my cell phone's voicemail. I put it on speaker while I shuffled around my desk, straightening things up.

It was a voicemail from rebellibrarian, asking me if I was still looking for a dog.

On the way to work that morning, she'd found two dogs on the freeway that she lured into her car. She wanted to take home the one, but the other one didn't have a place to go.

I called her back, and ten minutes later I was out the door. I got in my car and drove more or less at a legal speed to get down to San Jose.

The two dogs were in a little patio behind the library. I fell in love with the pit almost instantly. He was dirty and a little banged up, but a complete sweetheart. I fashioned a collar and leash out of rope (yay Girl Scouts!) and took him over to PetSmart, where he got a checkup and a harness and leash and a bowl and food and all of that good stuff.

I'm calling him "Oliver."

Tracey did put an ad up saying that she's found him, so there's a chance that someone's looking for him, but it's not very likely. He looks like he was out there for a long time.

Casey helped me bathe him last night. We both wrestled his 67 pound butt into the tub and managed to get absolutely soaked in the process. I couldn't believe the amount of dirt that came off him - he had spots that I couldn't even originally see!

He's a beautiful dog. He got SO many compliments in the PetSmart (at least five employees who are pit lovers came over and said that he looked like a purebred, and how gorgeous he was, etc.) and was more or less a complete gentlemen. The only problem is that he's not fixed, so he feels the need to mark everything (he's been pretty good in the apartment, but in the store he was trying to pee on everything).

He's such a good tempered dog. He's only barked once (at a black lab who was freaking out in the vet's office) and not growled or snapped or anything, even when we hauled him into the tub and washed his cuts.

I figure I'll give it a week to see if anyone claims him, and then I'll start making plans to get him fixed/trained/etc.

But for now... here's a picture of the pooch: