Is there a specific reason that we let guys like this run our country?
Pret-ty ridiculous. That man has a wife. What a horrible person.
Anyways…
My new apartment is gray and yellow…like a chrome sunflower. I have time to think about things like this because I only work two days a week and Sam works what seems like 24 hours a day. Ya ya, thankful to have a job. Definitely am. But have recently found myself re-reading the Twilight Saga because of having too much time. And thinking of what types of imaginary flowers my apartment looks like.
Also have discovered a recent tendency to abbreviate sentences. This might come as a result of being a journalist and having to fit lots of information into tiny little spaces. Also might just be laziness.
Word of the day - Promulgate: to make known by open declaration. Ex: I then promulgated the fact that my apartment looked like a chromy sunflower, much to everyone’s disinterest. (See? When I try to form complete sentences, they don’t make sense.)
I’m going to say something, and it might be shocking to many of you, but I’m going to say it anyway. I’m getting tired of Toby. (Toby is my dog, for those of you who don’t know). Toby has been my constant companion these last 13 months that he’s been alive. As anyone who follows my frequent photo-updates on twitter and facebook knows, Toby goes everywhere with me. He rides the subway with me, he goes to work with me, he goes shopping with me, he comes when I hang out with my (equally dog-friendly) friends. He’s pretty cool about it all. But I require a few things of Toby that maybe shouldn’t be required of a 1 year old puppy (or middle-schooler in human years), a few things to which Toby is not often inclined to do, but must do if he wants to remain in his copilot position. I require that he sits when I tell him to; that he doesn’t bark when he sees other dogs on the street; that he doesn’t sniff/lick peoples’ feet on the subway; that he doesn’t defecate in improper places; that he comes when I call; and, most importantly, that he doesn’t pull on the leash. Other requirements like high five, roll over and fetch are all optional for him to comply with. But the former are non-negotiable. Therefore, today when Toby barfed on the subway, proceeded to lick a lady’s leg, and then made me nearly drop my groceries by pulling so hard on the leash, I decided that as much as I love him, he simply is not a human. And no matter how much I train him to heel, he’s still going to lunge to the end of the leash every time he sees the dog park on Sumner street. And sometimes Brooke needs a human to help her hold the groceries instead of a dog to dump them. That’s really all I have to say about that. And I love Toby.
Things I love right now:
Twilight
Taylor Swift
Cars
My iPhone
Sam Peters
MOVIES
My new apartment
and…Twilight. Ok that’s really why I made this list was to say that. Think what you will of me. I have no secrets. I’m also re-reading On The Road if that gets me back into your good graces.

