|Fuck this little fucker in his fucking face|
So I am up, already doing laundry and making preparations for our guest tomorrow, our very dear friend Brandon. I suspect there will be much libations (he and TGB) and even more laughter (the lot of us). It'll be good for the soul.
And yet, all I want to do is punt her fucking dog into the Gulf of Mexico.
I opened Lucy Liu's kennel around 20 minutes ago (just before six am) and she looked at me like, what the actual fuck, dude? And then put her head back down. I can hear her snoring. Lucky bitch.
I just watched the day break over the Gulf. Black nothing, then a hint of horizon. Then the neverending deep blue sea. I was awed as fuck.
I still want to punt that little fucking dog.