it’s moments like this that i miss my old roommate. You see, before i moved out onto my own, into this really lovely apartment, Stella used to eat my old roommates things. Scarves brought home from Denmark, t-shirts bought the night before at Oktoberfest, and any manner of fabric left laying around were fair game for Stella when she had an upset stomach, which was often. Tonight, as i was folding my laundry, i noticed the above hole in my favorite sheet. I guess i need to be careful with keeping things out of her reach.
i love classic Cher
i love The Partridge Family
i’m so gay
i woke up to Stella standing over me on the bed, licking my face and looking concerned. it was creepy waking up to someone staring at me, even if it was my dog.
and the sex dream i was having was SO good… damn it