Running Commentary

Dogs! I HATE THEM! April 29 2006

As you may or may not remember. I have two dogs. Dori and Boomer (apparently I don’t have any photos of her posted).

Boomer is relatively intelligent. She comes when you call her (unless she doesn’t feel like it) she can sit, sit pretty (in an unconventional UNpretty sort of way. I should post of video of THAT! CAuse that my friends is pure comedy) she can lay down. And you can walk her without a leash for the most part.

Dori on the other hand is a complete moron. She pees where she sleeps (the reason she sleeps in a cage), she eats anything in her path (including poop). And can’t sit still for more then 10 minutes unless I hit her with a shovel. She’s not a dog I’ve ever really enjoyed. She’s cute sure..but annoying as hell. I yell at her. ALOT.

Yesterday was the icing on the cake.

Dori found some easter candy. Ok ALOT of easter candy. And consumed it. I know it was her because Boomer stopped eating candy years ago. And then? She pooped. All over the carpet. Diarhea. Everywhere. Steaming globs of it. On my beautiful, 25 yr old burnt orange carpet (a real shame I know).

I could’ve killed her, but then there would’ve been a body to contend with and I hate bodies.

So Chris wants to remove the carpet completely from that room. Feels it is way beyond salvaging. So this means? We will live without a living room carpet for at least 6 months. Probably longer if I know Chris as well as I think I do. PLYWOOD people. PLYWOOD floors. In my LIVINGROOM.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Lets see what else. Oh the restaurant is sucking shit. It’s not thriving at all. No one’s is in town, but everyone else has years worth of business behind them to carry. We do not. It’s stressful and it’s giving me a twitch but I do love that I don’t have to cook anymore.

Also, I’m relatively sure i have pre-menstral dysphoria and it’s getting harder and harder to come out the other side of it. PMS is coming up soon and I’m sort of ascared . Last time I broke up with CHris and repeatedly called the scarecrow a whore (it’s not completely irrational cause she is totally a whore but still…I should probably keeps those thoughts to myself..hee) OH and I called a customer a bitch…to her face. While I handed her the ketchup. Like this “Here’s your ketchup you bitch”. Yikes
I am terrified to try anti-depressants. I mean seriously I do not need weight gain. NOR I am hip to “Sexual side effects”. So I am trying St John’s wart and we’ll see how that goes for a couple of months. Assuming Chris doesn’t bury me in the back yard after this cycle.

I don’t think being this close to my family is helping. I mean they are nuttier than a … well…nut.
They certainly don’t help. But that’s a whole other entry.

Funny, when I am in the middle of this horrible black cloud of doom, I have a distorted conception of my circumstances Example, is it depression or is Chris really that much of an idiot. You know? During the rest of month things are pretty much hunky dory as usual (except for business stress which makes me want to eat entire pies with my hands) but during that week and a half? I could easily leave him and not look back until it’s over (or started I guess) and then i feel ridiculous and irrational. I mean geesh. Get a grip woman! Stop yelling at everyone and put down that pie (or at least get a fork!).

PMS is on it’s way and last month was particularly bad I am worried this one will be worse. So if you’ll excuse me I have a fistful of pills that smell like feet to swallow.