My fucking dog Chachi

He is so cute and sweet and nice. But sometimes I want to rip his fucking throat out. This morning I let him inside after his morning duties and I filled his bowl up with fresh water and I started making some coffee. He likes to weave in between me and the cupboards when I'm in the kitchen. I think he's thinking I might have dropped something that he can eat. So this morning he was doing that and when I turned around his water bowl was knocked over and a little bit of the water had spilled out. I cleaned it up and then continued on with my bidness thinking he had done it on accident. He started sniffing around where the water had spilled and then with his sniffing nose, knocked the bowl over again. Again, I thought this was an accident because he is a very curious and sniffy kind of dog. As soon as I picked the bowl up. He went over to it and purposefully knocked it over with his nose again! So I think he's figured out how to play a fun game and I think I either need to beat this behavior out of him or buy him a new water dish that he can't knock over. That fucking dog. You know what he really likes a lot? Ice cubes.

Also, he keeps bringing rocks into the house. Usually they are big rocks that I can pull out of his mouth before he comes inside but sometimes he has a smaller rock and I don't notice it until he brings it inside. And then he throws it around the house with his mouth. And I tell him, "Mom always said, don't play rock in the house." And I also tell him, "People in glass houses, Chachi." But he doesn't understand English, let alone references to the Brady Bunch or proverbs.

My life is so easy and breezy now-a-days. Here is a summary for future me. I've been getting up at about 10 or 11 every day since I don't have school. Then I make coffee and sometimes eat a little bit of something, let chachi in, play with him, yell at him, or beat him to death or at least within an inch of his life. Then I usually watch some TV or hop onto the internet where I check my email and the many blogs of my many friends. I usually check out some other sites and do some random googling about things that I am currently interested in. Then I usually try to do some abstract work or else I feel really guilty for the rest of the day. Then I usually shake a tower and then I sometimes play some video games for about an hour. Then I get ready for work and put chachi outside and then I go to work at 3pm. I get off work at 9:30, come home, yell blasphemies at myles for a while, pet chachi, and do some more abstracting and internetting, watch some more TV, and stay up late doing various projects or reading, or playing video games, or internetting, or researching important subjects. I've been going to bed between like 1 and 2 in the A.M. I need to stop this behavior or else it is going to be difficult to go back to a normal schedule when school starts again on the 25th. Next weekend, on Saturday, I'm going to see my friend Trish Kimball in a play up in Portland. I'm going to stay at her place and take in all the sites and sounds of Portland. Oh! That reminds me. I need to research the goings-on in portlandtown this weekend so that I can entertain myself if I need to while trish is off doing plays or working or whoring it up with the sailors down at the docks. Like she does. Whore. I'm so glad that I am still friends with at least one person from high school. It makes me feel like the first 18 years of my life weren't a total wash.