You know, after last night's entries, I begin to feel like one of those wayward pupils who, after begging and pleading with their mentor for advise on some important matter, and such advise is generously given, the ungrateful student says, "Screw you. I'm gonna do want I want."

I hope my mentor doesn't disown me now. lol. "Fuck off" indeed. Isn't it sad. The thanks people get for doing me favors. Don't you wish you could be one of those people too? :)

Puppy will now undoubtedly be punished severely tonight. Roof! You know what the really sad thing is? The idea of being "punished" by said "mentor" makes the puppy's tail start to wag, eyes start to glimmer, tonge hang out, and the puppy begins to pant eagerly in anticipation....

"DOWN boy! Down!"

lol. :)

Alright, I suppose this is why it's not a good idea to be doing ramblings at the crack of dawn. Bad idea. Very bad idea. "Bad dog!"

Okay... Well, I suppose I should eat something slightly more balanced than these leftover chips. Gawd knows I've had enough of them, on this weekend of most odd dietary habits.

I'm off to see if there's anything that might be slightly more appetizing than 5-year-old dog food in the fridge. ROOF!