at the moment, my life seems to be synonymous to a show-dog owner.
or maybe breeder is the correct term? owner, i think. whatever. one of those people whose lives spin most rapidly around a furry, tail-wagging, not-even-that-talented, smell-bad-when-they-are-wet, bratty mammal. for me though, the mammal (dog) is more of an analogy. also, i love the movie ‘best in show’ which is where i am drawing out most of the examples of paranoia, chaos, reflection, and satisfaction that i am trying to dysfunctionally connect.
anyways, i try not to revolve my life around things that are furry. or bad smelling, wet or dry.
BUT. speaking of furry, i once had a middle-eastern prayer partner when i was in catholic school, and he had the furriest and most horrid little back i have ever been privileged to view. yes, back as in behind his front. a hairy back. the kid was six. it was unbearable. victoria, the girl i shared my jesus-worshiping little munchkin with used to erupt in echo-y snorts while standing in church next to the poor sap. he liked to lean over the pews during mass and tap his fellow first graders on the shoulder during hymns. just for kicks.
meanwhile, i would actually have to kick victoria as our friend’s back (also known as the 8th wonder of the modern world) greedily stole all of our attention away from jesus. now that i think about it, he also smelled pretty bad. cabbage-y.
i digress. i created this blog in hopes of continuing to not study for my calculus test that is tomorrow and subsequently counts twice.
