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| We have twelve puppies.
That's a dozen.
We have a baker's dozen worth of dogs.
Anybody want one? They're cute as fuck. They range from black to light brown, and their eyes should be open soon.
In other news, I think I have a job.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Seriously, though, take my puppies.
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| I's graduated.
The robes weren't banana colored this year. Très excitée.
It rained a bunch this morning.
We're still poor and homeless.
Sadie's pregnant. Fan-fucking-tastic, I say. Way to get knocked up, slut puppy.
She's cute, though. She looks like a cow.
That's about it. Starting school in July, full time in August. Miguel and I can't get married until I graduate or transfer, because I'll lose my half price tuition if I'm not a dependent of my madre.
Right now my brother and sister-in-law are watching some quality family programming with their new baby. It's entitled "I was only 13, but I know you're my baby's daddy."
So much disappointment in humanity.
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| Ah, yes, now I remember why I haven't been on here in over a month.
'Cause this shit's all fucked up.
Why? Why must everything good be destroyed?
Xanga, I will remember you fondly as you once were, in your innocent, youthful, individualistic days, ere you succumbed to this horrific fad of home pages filled with menus and painfully graphic icons, where weblog content is pushed aside in favor of flashy visuals which provide instant gratification. Such is the trend in the American media.
Alas.
In other news, Zach, Miguel and I have been forced to find a new residence, so if anyone knows of a) somewhere we can live (near Washburn, preferably) where we can keep a dog over 35 pounds, or b) somewhere Sadie can go until we get the housing matter settled, that would be fantastic.
Also, I am in the market for a really, really cheap car. Seriously, my criteria are as follows: under a grand, and functional. Not even, like, AC and heating functional; I'm talking simply engine starting, wheels turning, gears shifting. My standards are not high.
That's all. I have to go feed my werewolf now.
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| What the fuck?I have no idea what Xanga is doing. But it's weird.
Are they trying to be Facebook or MySpace or something? Maybe the people who use Xanga do so because they find it preferable to those other sites. And now what? Goodbye, blogocentric webpages. Goodbye, custom color themes. Goodbye, individuality of design.
Whatever. Good thing it doesn't matter, like, at all.
Had a good St. Patrick's Day yesterday. We went out to the Blind Tiger to hear Jesse's parents' band play, and they were wonderful. Afterwards we had about a half-dozen people over to the house to drink Irish car bombs, which are both chemically intriguing and effectively mind-altering. And this morning, my boss called and said I didn't have to work. So I slept until noon. It rocked.
Joseph Charles Dixwell Wheeler III called me last night, as well. He is still serving in Afghanistan, so there was a huge lag on the line. But he says he's doing well, and by a strange coincidence of social circumstance, knows Miguel. So that was a "small world" moment.
I was very pleased to hear from him. He says "hi" to everyone here that he knows. You know who you are.
What the hell is going on in Maldives?
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| Well, it's been about a month. Not much to report here.
My birthday is in two days, so that's fun and exciting.
I've been sucked into an MMORPG that Miguel plays. I am now truly a nerd. And a werewolf.
My AP classes are interesting, and the classes I'm supposed to be taking for "fun" are just kind of pains in the ass. Choir and theatre are no longer particularly welcoming for me, and I think it's just because of the environment/ instructors. As with all things, I'm ready for a change.
And it shall come.
But not quickly enough.
The only thing I'm satisfied with in my life at the moment is my relationship, which is by far the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. Random arguments and all.
...Birthday!
-me
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