Today I found a hard round turd in Dwight's crate. I had let him out for the morning, and was studying downstairs while he annoyed the heck out of me by nosing all of my pens off the table, whining, and ringing the bell in an attempt to get me to take him on his morning walk. This was all normal. But I noticed he kept walking into his crate and sniffing the back of it, whining, and then walking back out. I figured maybe he threw up in the middle of the night and was looking for remnants to re-eat. (I know, it's gross, but in the beginning I would clean out his cage every time he threw up by hosing out his blankets in the backyard, and he would spend the rest of the day ringing the bell, asking to be let out in the backyard to re-consume the disgusting chunks in the backyard grass. So I just decided to make it easier on both of us and let him clean up after himself. Dogs in the wild do it...why not.)
But he seemed so disturbed by whatever was in the back of his crate, that I finally got up to see what was bothering him. I look into the cave of his crate, and see a small mass in the back of it. Piece of chewed blanket? Rubber tire? Luckily, I go to the kitchen to grab a paper towel before getting it out, and then realized it was a turd. A hard turd with little teeth marks on it like he tried to get rid of the evidence. I go out to the dumpster to throw it out, and when I got back, he seemed really grateful. Like, he sat down on the couch next to me and licked my arm really hard, for a really long time. He usually is not so affectionate when it is just me and him, for some reason he only feels relaxed enough to cuddle when we are all home, maybe because I am so stressed in the mornings thinking of everything I have to do before I leave the house, which stresses him out too. So I think he really was grateful that I took care of his accident for him.

Anyways, that was a really long exposition on Dwight's turd. But, such is the content of my day. Unless you would like to hear about sitting in class and dozing off, and chewing gum, and drawing on margins, and dozing off...

At this very moment, I would love to go to a comfy, dark bar, with a good amount of other people in it, and drink a gin and juice. With my fakie spy bag. That bag adds such spice to life.

I have been spending a lot of time browsing flickr lately. It's interesting to search certain words and see various people's interpretations of those words. Like, type in 'comfy' and you will find people in hoodies, or dogs on couches. Or 'bedside table' and see what people have on their bedside tables. Or 'purse' and see what people carry in their purses.
It is quite satisfying, and I feel like I am able to vicariously live a thousand moments in different places.

I have recently upgraded to a new (to me) cell phone that I got from craigslist. It was a super deal, only $60. I knew I was probably going to get a pretty good deal when Aaron and I walked up to the Starbucks where we were meeting, and there were two women sitting in front, with a Fendi Spy sitting on the table next to them. I'm assuming it was a realy Fendi, seeing as if it weren't they would have set it on the floor. Only real Fendis get table treatment.

Dwight loving on Zillah, Andi and Jeff's cat.



Speaking of which, Dwight found us a dollar bill the other day. It was laying off to the side of the sidewalk where we were walking him, and he started sniffing at it. I thought it was a wild mushroom or poop (both of which he likes to eat) and so started pulling him away. But then I noticed it was a dollar. He must've been smelling the millions of hands it's had been held by in its lifetime. So I told him "Good dog!" and waved it in front of his nose so he would be sure to point out more if he ever came upon one again.

By the way, I just added the picture of my tube sock bike on a previous post, but I waited too long, and now the post is not on the first page anymore. So here's a link to the post if you're curious.

Hello all! I'm here to tell you of my new obsession. I don't know what my deal is lately but I think my estrogen levels are kicking in...it must be the birth control. It's been too long since my hormones have been at their natural levels. Or maybe it's bitchy, yuppy Dallas getting to me. Anyways, here it is, the Pleated Fendi Spy in Cognac.



Just looking at it brings to mind the image of a cool English morning, with the delicate scent of lilacs in the air. Beautiful.

You see what I mean? I have gone absolutely crazy. I didn't used to know anything about clothes, etc., and now, in the short span of 3 months, I have been obsessed with $200 sandals, and (I'm embarassed to say) this $6000 bag that is so rare that even if I had the money, I would not be able to find it. Nor, do I think, would I actually spend the money if I had it...but you never know. Love is a many-splendored thing.

Aaron and I went to The Cavern last night to see some friends of his from college play. Their band is called Whitman, and I have a shirt of theirs that says, "My heroes have always been Indians." I still smell like smoke because I am taking a page out of Josephine's book and have not showered. Dwight also smells like smoke because we were cuddling last night when Aaron and I got home.
It was great getting to hear them, and for some reason the bar or the music or something, made me miss Austin so much--driving across the bridge over Town Lake...for some reason that stretch of road is what I tend to think of when I miss Austin. That, and walking at night with Aaron around the fountain near the art buildings. I think Aaron actually went into it once, when challenged.

Did you know that Josephine's full name was Marie-Josephe-Rose de Beauharnais? She was called Rose until Napoleon came along, and decided he didn't like it, and called her Josephine instead.

I am sitting here with Dwight on one side, and an electric fly swatter on the other, just in case any of those infernal mosquitos bother us. I already killed one, and it fell onto the couch next to me, where I left it for a few minutes, and then went to go pick it up. Lo and behold, it flew away when I touched it! Apparently the batteries need to be changed.

Breaking Dawn tonight! Woo-hoo!!!!!!!!