they’ve been asleep on the couch for like 2 hours. they woke up once and i heard one mumble, ‘we should go to bed’. then shuffled a few muscles and rolled back into the dreamworld.
my blog will make you horny ;)
as if tumblr fucking needs more of that!
today i attempted to take my dog for a walk in spohr gardens, but some
asshole nice gentleman quickly informed me that ‘dogs aren’t allowed’. ‘oh, that’s a bummer.’ ‘yeah, i have a golden too. but dogs aren’t allowed.’ as i walked away, i thought about other ways i could have handled it.
1) no dogs? then my cat will love it here.
2) ask if he has a cell phone to tell my friends to not bring their dogs, assuming that he was too old to have a cell phone. no cell phone? i guess you won’t be able to call the cops on me, then.
3) cry loudly until he runs away.
he didn’t even say hello. he didn’t say, ‘sorry, dogs aren’t allowed here.’ he just looked up and yelled at me.
also today i ran about 3 miles and for that i am proud.
my old people are asleep on the couch again! but this time they’ve reclined on each other/sideways. rad.
"When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving."
i promise that the last two posts are unrelated. promise.