I’m a lucky bitch.
So
I’m off to Dublin tomorrow.
I worry recently that I’m going through some sort of hyper manic phase. I’m just so fucking happy. Even shopping at Duane Reade’s today was a decent experience.
No joke, I almost burst into tears at the Dog Run today. I was a little overwhelmed, like “Holy shit. Is this really my life? Did I seriously just spend my day contentedly running errands and playing with a fucking puppy?” It’s fucking surreal and oh so good.
I’m too tired to even rag on about it. I’ve got a steady 24 hours of travel starting in just a few hours, and *fingers crossed* the joyous possibility of getting rimmed by airport security at O’Hare, so I’ll leave you with this:
Dig Pupster. Even though the big dogs come along and steal his stick he doesn’t give a fuck. He just keeps on wiggling his cute little ass. I can totally relate.
For the record, that French Bulldog was a total choad. If I was a puppy, and in the frame of mind I was in this time last year- I would have ripped that fuckers face off.
But things are so good now. I’m more content to just mosey away from the assholes and enjoy myself. I always find new toys to play with and better shit to munch on.
I’m such a lucky bitch.
(post in a week motherfuckers! *smooch!*)
