I told my roommate he couldn’t train my dog to grill things.
Really, really busy. If this is what falling off the face of the Earth was like, no wonder why no one went anywhere near the edge of the square world—I don’t blame them. All I’ve fallen into are textbooks, textbooks, and more textbooks.
I’ve been meaning to put back up my queue, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. As far as what I’ve been listening to, today, on my study playlist….
The Xx, Sara Bareilles, Starfucker, Grizzly Bear, and, oddly enough, Pat Benatar.
Rachel is fantastic, beautiful, amazing, and very, very talented. There’s talk of moving her show to Broadway—but we really shouldn’t jinx it by talking about it.
Barts is only becoming more handsome with age. Really, I think if he’s any more handsome we’re going to have a problem with the other dogs in the block.
Not so sneaky photography.
We’re alive. We’re here.
My queue’s still going because it’s…well, it’s a queue.
We got distracted at the hotel but we still have enough time to make it to the beach.
Barts kind of got a little distracted by the hotel, too. Where we kind of found the bed, he sort of found the lounge chair.
It feels pretty…amazing to be back.
His nose is wet and cold, he’s free fallin’, and I’m pretty sure he’s making some good progress with that little lady dog across the street.
What can I say, my dog’s a bit of a player.
He’s been really excited to get so much attention and park time, lately. It’s good to see him happy.
Yesterday I actually noticed him eyeing a lady friend at the park. Crossing my fingers that he doesn’t mess it up like a loser. My little guy’s handsome, but sometimes he’s a total dweeb when it comes to other dogs.
Have you seen this guy’s face?
It was love at first sight.
But it’s okay—so is Barts.
He’s going to get so much park time, this weekend.
Home. And where it matters.
Bad for you barts
bad for you.
Hangovers dont matter if you keep drinking.
I lied last night
Jays good at this