It is almost three am and my insomniac, inebriated at that, self has yet found the desire to just hit the sack. I am listening to my boyfriend snore, in envy I might add, thinking about what I could blog about.
I like to think I am funny, but reading these posts, you wouldn't find that to be true at all. I guess because I am more of a sarcastic funny. I have comebacks, and I seem to add a caption to whatever situation is at hand.
For instance; my boyfriend decided to lug this small yet very noticeable cooler to a BYOB event. He walked into the small establishment all non-chalant, while I tried to play it all cool. Even though I did have an alcoholic beverage waiting for my consumption inside the cooler as well....sorry my dog randomly walked out from underneath the blanket and stared at me for a whole minute.
This made me kind of nervous, since I wasn't sure it was a "loving" stare, or a plot for my murder since she has become rather attached to my new beau. I am sure taking me out of the picture wouldn't be a problem, I mean, no one ever suspects a dog when it comes to murder cases.
I think cats that stare are far more terrifying. I am allergic to cats, so I feel cats wouldn't even scratch my eyes out if one ever decided to murder me. All they would have to do is find a way to paralyze me, then sit on my face until I eventually die a slow death from lack of oxygen and my allergies clogging my nostrils.
Well this blog is stupid, but dumb.
DREAM OF ZOMBIES!
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