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Green beer...or cuddly little pup? Money talks, drinking walks.

Obviously I'm not cut out for this if I can't even fucking post more than once or twice a month. Realize is now mid-March! If I was living more exciting life perhaps would feel more like sharing. This weekend was spent dogsitting (30 miles away from where I live, said yes without negotiating price for driving the trail of tears and becoming Cujo's caregiver) for crochety old dogs who spent most of their time trying to bite me so therefore missed any and all St. Patty's revelry. Try not to be too fraught with nailbiting jealously.

Now am also looking for a job a-FUCKING-gain....it has become imperative to leave current placewhichmustnotbenamed or else face getting fired. Where is the dynamic career, thrilling personal escapades and adventures, and more sex than the girls on Cathouse can shake a vibrator at that I thought I would have by now? Have no clue and am still looking. But...on the other hand, spring is nearly here! Just two days more. Unfortunately am still as fat and white as ever (if not more so) and am earnestly hoping Vogue has finally declared having the figure of a giant maggot as "in."