He has to have something in his life to look forward to.

Well now they do: it was said about a purebred Pyranese, which is obviously too intelligent a breed to be related to Batty.

No, you seem chicky enough, but without coming across as gay.

Bad dog! Bad.

In all my years of living with dogs, I have learned something. Dogs are ****ing dumb.

^I'll bark for you, master.

I'm picking up a new kitchen dinette set today. It's kind of sad that this event in my life is a milestone for me, since I've never actually owned one. It's not expensive or anything, and it's not really something that will get used very often, but the fact that it will complete my vision I've set in my mind for how I want my place to look is extremely satisfying. I'm even looking forward to putting it together.

God damn it. Apparently my mom decided to wash some of my clothes today, but she neglected to check the pockets of a pair of pants that had a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. So a few minutes ago I went to the laundry room to wash my work uniform, only to discover the "clean" load of clothes, and that the inside of the machine was covered in a bunch of tobacco shavings and bits of filter.

Annoying, but now the washing machine smells like cigarettes. I cleaned the machine and started a new cycle to hopefully get the smell out of the machine and my clothes, but that smell is like a fungus. I'm dreading that it's going to take at least several cycles for machine to smell decent again, and in the meantime I've got a dirty uniform sitting in the laundry room.

All of that is a minor hassle, but what is really bugging me is that I know if the washing machine still smells like cigarettes by the next time she tries to use it she's going to blame me. No question. Regardless of the fact that it was her fault. It's always bugged her that I smoke so in her mind this is just going to be one more thing to bitch about, and I'm going to have to have some dumb argument over it.

Oh my god I need my own place.

The moral of this story: every time a chick ****s up, it's obviously someone else's fault.

I feel like I have officially converted to taking baths only.

I bought a bath pillow, tub valet, bath bombs and scented Epsom Salts over the past few days and loving every minute of it.

Technically I still shower after the bath but yeah.

You shower after the bath? You're not clean when you get in the bath water?

Baths are disgusting. Whats fun about sitting in your own filth?