Dogs And Blogs And Clogs And Snogs And Flogs

Thanks to Justin for giving letting me in on petfinder. I'm pretty excited about this dog thing. It will be my dog so if and when I move out I will take the dog with me. If my brother wants a dog he'll get one and he may just do that when my aunt's chocolate lab and my cousin's yellow lab have puppies in may. I want a little dog though. A wittle bitty dog that can sit on my lap. I'll name him Don Rickles. Or Ron Dickles. Or something else. I threatened to move out of my brother's place because he got this big raise and doesn't really need me to live there any more but he said he still needs to buy a car. I was all like, "I'm not going to pay you rent just so you can buy a car!!" And he was all like "what would it take?" And I'm all like, "lower my rent and let me have a dog, bitch." And he's all like, "okay mandy, whatever you say, you're the boss. Just please please stay because I'm a greedy bastard and want to keep taking your hard earned money." That's pretty much what happened. Pretty much. He accused me of "jewing him down." His words, not mine. That racist bastard. I would never use that kind of language. I might call someone an indian giver though. Or a gaywad. Because Indians and Gays are still fair game as far as I'm concerned.

Other noteworthy news:
I fell down during the curtain call right after my bow on tuesday night in my big show. I fell right down on the stage in front of the world. Boy was my face red. And my knee. And swollen. My knee, that is. And Black and Blue. My face. From beating myself up. stupid stupid.
Also, my parent's recently got back from a trip to mountain view california to visit my preggers sister and her husband and also to meet his parents for the first time. They've been married for almost 2 years but her parents and his parents never met. That is sort of boring irrelevant news to most of the people who probably read this. Oh well.