|See, really is the beach|
Ever since the move my dog has become an enormous asshole. To the point where I wish he really was a person so I could punch his fluffy fucking face. Simmer down hippy, I am not advocating violence against animals, I am simply saying I wanna feed Dexter to the sharks. That's Natural Selection, right?
I think he's just pissed because Mexico Beach doesn't allow dogs on the beach. Don't tell him I'm glad about that. I might end up with poo in my hair as I sleep. Despite what Alyssa Milano says, WEN is just dirty hair. (Disclaimer: that was a fucking joke. I don't want Alyssa Milano's attorney's suing my balls off because I implied WEN is as useful as poo when it comes to cleaning hair.)
Okay, I am still working on my most recent story. It's not earth an earth shattering work of genius or anything of the sort. I just happen to be stuck.