Big Pimpin'.

Check out these awesome cool funky shoes the 30 YR old got!  They are sparkly blue sequin shoes I call his Pimp Shoes. He always seems to be able to find the most amazing coolest shoes! What he really wants to get though are alligator shoes but they're illegal here in the Shithole ( some endangered species enviro crap) so he has to find a way around it somehow, some "loophole" that he can smuggle it in, like how I smuggled in the sealskin slippers when I went to Norway. Where there's a will, there's a way. He was also supposed to go back to work today too but then his boss decided his back still wasn't fully healed yet so it was cancelled. Yesterday I also saw the cops raid a house behind the dance studio across the street from us as well(no one was home at the time although I did see the woman there later on) and I bet it was for drugs.

It seems to almost always be drugs around here.

The guys also complain about Beja doing pee and shit on the carpet but to be honest though there's already so many stains on the carpet( it's over 22 years old; it was already here when we bought the place but we can't afford to replace it) and is in such bad shape you won't even notice any more stains or any new stains anyway and I never thought I'd even survive losing Buddy so I don't have any future plans and don't even have a future envisioned so now I just take one day at s time now, each day as it comes and don't have any future plans because I didn't think I'd even still be here and yet here I still am.

I also like this dress, and last night I shut my finger in the door closing the bathhroom door( the best way to  keep Beja out of trouble is simply to just close the bedroom, basement, and bathroom doors, but somehow it seems to be a "difficult" concept and I'm the only one that ever remembers to do it for some reason) and it hurts soooo bad I just screamed bloody murder and at first I even thought I'd cut the tip of my finger off! Holy f*ck though did that ever hurt!! My hubby also says the wet residue left over by milk in a cup or dish is called "milk juice"  but I say no way; "juice" by definition is like "blood" from fruit; the liquid you get when you squish up fruit.

Sittin' in the evening sun And watching the same birds passing by Sittin' and wondering And waiting for the time for me to fly.-Peter Tosh