http://pete-doherty-news.newslib.com/ gives me my (typically) daily fix. Just as Pete would have it...except sans the heroin.
Plus he came out with a solo album. And misses his daddy. And wants a Libertines reunion.
LOVE
Friday, March 13, 2009
To Nessa
I don't care what you say, Pete Doherty is schmexy. AND he turned 30 yesterday (March 12th).
http://pete-doherty-news.newslib.com/ gives me my (typically) daily fix. Just as Pete would have it...except sans the heroin.
Plus he came out with a solo album. And misses his daddy. And wants a Libertines reunion.
LOVE
http://pete-doherty-news.newslib.com/ gives me my (typically) daily fix. Just as Pete would have it...except sans the heroin.
Plus he came out with a solo album. And misses his daddy. And wants a Libertines reunion.
LOVE
Thursday, March 12, 2009
12 March 2009
If this was a John Hughes movie and I was 17 this week would have been heaven. The parents are gone on vacation leaving me home alone with only the dogs to care for. Not true. This week has sucked and will continue to suck until the parents get home Saturday afternoon. Where are my crazy, sex-romped parties? Apparently it ran away with my sanity.
I feel like a single mother with two kids. Buckles has been a little shit and at his worst today. Starting off with wetting the bed at 3am. I didn’t even know dogs did that and he’s certainly never has before. Then comes him attacking Sweetie/Lil’ Retard and generally being a nightmare. Fit of jealousy or merely big brother syndrome? Nothing out of the ordinary with Lil’ Retard...I have found it adorable she’s sleeping in between my ankles at night as the space in between them is the perfect fit for her to curl up on. The only annoying trait is her looking longingly at her food dish until I get her food; at that point she decides she actually doesn’t want to eat.
Above all else they’ve become unbearably needy. Usually they’ll play with me/each other for a bit, sleep and repeat. Within the past 5 days I’ve barely seen any action out of them besides insisting to curl up in my lap at all times. I’m chalking it up to abandonment issues.
Then comes normal tasks. Cleaning house, work, school, shoveling. The last I have been putting off since it’s been too frickin’ cold. The snow is churning into ice but, dammit, I refuse to shovel when it’s 2 degrees and/or pitch black outside. And any time the weather is supposed to warm up within the next two days I’m packed with other obligations. Not to mention the top-to-bottom cleaning of the house that’ll be needed upon the parent’s return on Saturday. Otherwise I suspect the mother would get out all cleaning supplies the moment she steps into the house as she’s a freak of nature like that.
Worst of all, no drunk calls from them prior to their ship departing. Noooo...they even left their mobiles at the house to ensure they don’t make any hilariously dumb calls like that this round.
In conclusion. Kids=Bad.
And I want my John Hughes party to end up with a pizza on the record player ala Sixteen Candles. Dammit, I don’t even own a record player!
(I could not find a screencap of said pizza/record player incident. Anthony Michael Hall and Jake will have to suffice)
(in all actuality if a party like that were to occur I might have a mini-seizure. It’s merely the stress of being a single parent that’s causing this reaction)
I feel like a single mother with two kids. Buckles has been a little shit and at his worst today. Starting off with wetting the bed at 3am. I didn’t even know dogs did that and he’s certainly never has before. Then comes him attacking Sweetie/Lil’ Retard and generally being a nightmare. Fit of jealousy or merely big brother syndrome? Nothing out of the ordinary with Lil’ Retard...I have found it adorable she’s sleeping in between my ankles at night as the space in between them is the perfect fit for her to curl up on. The only annoying trait is her looking longingly at her food dish until I get her food; at that point she decides she actually doesn’t want to eat.
Above all else they’ve become unbearably needy. Usually they’ll play with me/each other for a bit, sleep and repeat. Within the past 5 days I’ve barely seen any action out of them besides insisting to curl up in my lap at all times. I’m chalking it up to abandonment issues.
Then comes normal tasks. Cleaning house, work, school, shoveling. The last I have been putting off since it’s been too frickin’ cold. The snow is churning into ice but, dammit, I refuse to shovel when it’s 2 degrees and/or pitch black outside. And any time the weather is supposed to warm up within the next two days I’m packed with other obligations. Not to mention the top-to-bottom cleaning of the house that’ll be needed upon the parent’s return on Saturday. Otherwise I suspect the mother would get out all cleaning supplies the moment she steps into the house as she’s a freak of nature like that.
Worst of all, no drunk calls from them prior to their ship departing. Noooo...they even left their mobiles at the house to ensure they don’t make any hilariously dumb calls like that this round.
In conclusion. Kids=Bad.
And I want my John Hughes party to end up with a pizza on the record player ala Sixteen Candles. Dammit, I don’t even own a record player!
(I could not find a screencap of said pizza/record player incident. Anthony Michael Hall and Jake will have to suffice)(in all actuality if a party like that were to occur I might have a mini-seizure. It’s merely the stress of being a single parent that’s causing this reaction)
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