anyone can piss on the floor...be a hero, and shit on the ceiling.

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! and i will NOT be paying the "F" jar for that. i was gonna write something nice today, but before i could get started, the fucking dog got out again. that's twice in the same week. i do not know how it happens, but it does. after driving up and down the street like an idiot looking for a dog who knows better than to get into the car, i fucking give up. maybe he'll come back if he gets too cold or hungry. if not, fuck it. nobody here seems to care at all about him besides me anyways, as i am the only one who doesn't want him put down for being an asshole.

as for the nice things i was going to say. i joined a gym, gave work an ultimatum, and got back into school. whatever.