The Hussy is BACK!

Does anyone even check to see if I still update? *g*

diamonddave20032001: hi, where is deep south?
nicegrlgonebad: in my rectum, just past my anus
diamonddave20032001: well alright then!!
nicegrlgonebad: it's dark here and smelly, but no one bugs me
diamonddave20032001: do you like it that way?
nicegrlgonebad: most of the time
diamonddave20032001: what about the other times?
nicegrlgonebad: the other times i put on 3 socks and fuck a cat
nicegrlgonebad: then i'm fine, it's like magic
diamonddave20032001: hows the cat with that
nicegrlgonebad: not too happy, but enough duct tape and there's not much he can do about it
diamonddave20032001: wow, your out there, aren't you
nicegrlgonebad: i live in an asshole and fuck cats, i'd have to go with 'yes' here
diamonddave20032001: do you ever mess with guys
nicegrlgonebad: all the time :)
diamonddave20032001: sex?
nicegrlgonebad: right now?
diamonddave20032001: that sounds good, tell me about it
nicegrlgonebad: well, i can't really tell you about it, it's never happened. but tell me about your dick, that'll help
diamonddave20032001: youv'e never had sex
nicegrlgonebad: not with you
diamonddave20032001: would you like to
nicegrlgonebad: i don't know, tell me about your dick and then we'll talk
diamonddave20032001: it's average but hard right now
nicegrlgonebad: does it have a hook on the end?
diamonddave20032001: no
nicegrlgonebad: damn, would you get one put on?
diamonddave20032001: do you have one
nicegrlgonebad: not at present, but i'm sure i could dig one up
diamonddave20032001: brb
diamonddave20032001: do you like to be licked
nicegrlgonebad: yeah if your tongue feels like sandpaper
diamonddave20032001: you are a hard girl to please aren't you
nicegrlgonebad: not really, but if you put on some ears and whiskers and a tail THEN we'll have a great time!
diamonddave20032001: i'd like to
nicegrlgonebad: oh and meow for me too, that gets me all wet
diamonddave20032001: where are you
nicegrlgonebad: in my ass
diamonddave20032001: let me get in your ass
nicegrlgonebad: sure, c'mon in
diamonddave20032001: you gotta tell me how to get there
nicegrlgonebad: drive south on 75 and look for the large pile of duct taped cats - i'm right next to the pile
diamonddave20032001: with your legs spread
nicegrlgonebad: brb
diamonddave20032001: gotta go talk later

Xanga's been fun, really it has and the people rock, but I just don't have the time or inclination anymore.  I'll still be reading :)

I know I've been a horrible slacker lately.  I *have* been reading you guys and commenting when I can.

Lots going on right now, nothing life-changing or anything, just a lot of different things I'm focusing my energies on at the moment.

I'll be back eventually, probably.

I didn't know this but apparently any dog can be a service dog for the disabled and there are psychiatric service dogs for the 'invisibly disabled'.  And to top it all off, no proof of either the disability or of the dog's training as a service animal can be requested of you.  Retailers and others who'd balk at the idea of a *dog* in their establishment can ask only three questions: "Are you disabled?"  "Is that a service dog?" and "What does the dog do?"

That's it, that's all they can legally ask.

Huh.

So I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out which of my mental quirks I can exploit in such a way to require I have Rhett with me at all times.  The only one I could think of was my adverse reaction to crowds.  But even that only agitates the hell out of me and I end up leaving ASAP.

I came to the conclusion that I'm not mentally fucked up enough to justify training Rhett to be my service dog.

But I can still train him to be my helper dog.  Eventually I plan to never have to get up off my fat ass again.  I'll just have the dog trained to do everything for me.