glorious day

-wagwagwag-work was slow today. its good to rest my weary paws.i wanted to go to PP to receive a professional prrrrrrrrrregancy *coughcough* test but, no. i couldnt hold my bladder. and mate was sleeping. its ok.......hes so cute. god damn. we've been playing Secret of Mana the last few nights. when i get tired he puts me to bed and lays with me until i fall asleep. then, he dissapears. god, im lucky. he's very good to me. its.....refreshing. good boys do exist. and, mates exist as well. it makes me giddy. makes me anticipate what is to come....oh, how i want to experience seasons with him. dwell in crisp cool months and dabble in the harsh winters....

...i want to go camping. i haven't been camping all summer. damn forest fires. wait. i lied. i went camping once....with the notorious Tom Cope. But i suppose that wasn't much of a camping trip now was it....heres what it consisted of:
-me driving all the way to McCall in the middle of the night.we finally got there.
-he made me drive around FOREVER to find the spot he lived at for 3 months.
-Tom, being the man he is, made the fire. layed down a blanket. smoked a bowl. and went to sleep. "you dont mind, right? KAY. night babe..."
fucker.
-im looking around now. i just drove how many miles to just watch him get high and go to bed??!!!
-i took his dachsund through the woods and to the lake. we explored.-i came back. slept in my car....wrote a lot.what a bad trip. then he made me drive all the way around McCall trying to find fucking pot and his old buddies.actually....as bad of a 3 days that was, i do hold it close for some reason. O.O it was something new. that time period had its own unique feelings. its odd to think about now.i still listen to the mix i made from those days. ughhh. Tom, Tom, Tom. i wonder what hes doing these days. probably festering in Utah still, doing the same thing.....boisekennels. and tom. and mark. and sayodi. and that fuckin wooden shack they called a kennel. the drunken barbecues i felt obligated to attend. the fuckin haraassment i put up with. god.what an experience. >.< heh. and the hate letter i wrote to him. what a strange, strange, strange time.

that is all.

praise matty librarian.