The Pug And I

The tales of two pernicious pugs and their doormat.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Divorce. Ack.

So my parents decided divorce is in the works for them. Rather, my mom decided. Then she decided she wanted to stay married. Then today she kicked my dad out of the house - again - and it seems the divorce is back on. Now, their entire marriage has been rather up-and-down-y, but geez, this is ridiculous. All I ask is to be left out of this, but my little sister is right in the middle, and even though she's 20, being mentally disabled means she doesn't quite understand what's going on. Only that everyone is mad at each other and threatening to never see the other person again. And that's pretty fucking traumatic to a child who adores both her parents. Ugh. Seriously, sometimes I want to smack my parents and tell them to grow up. Want a divorce? Fine. Great. But be mature about it. Do not completely freak out your mentally disabled child by making her believe she'll never see one of her parents again. Don't make her have to pick someone.

I swear, if I had a stable job, I'd just kidnap my little sister and have her live with me. The emotional environment here is SO much more stable.

Monday, March 9, 2009


So I'm moving. Not out of state, just a couple blocks away. My favorite cousin has decided that she wants to move away from home, and thought, hey! why not move in with my favorite cousin? (a.k.a. me). So...yes. And now I'm looking for apartments - I've got my first appointment in 15 minutes. So I should run. But yay! I'm excited, a little scared, but excited.

UPDATE: Apartment hunting? Yeah, it sucks. So time consuming. Le sigh.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Forehead Hickies

My boyfriend gave me a forehead hicky. How, you ask? Or rather, why? Or maybe both. Well, perhaps I should answer why first. Because I'm apparently dating a 5-year old (at times, anyways). Yesterday he thought it would be absolutely hilarious to suck on my forehead for a couple seconds. And let's ignore the fact that I let him, because, really, it cracked me up a little too (which probably means I'm not much older than 5 either). And today I wake up, take a look in the mirror, and what do I see? I see a big red splotch on my freaking forehead! And I think to myself, gee, what happened here? Why do I look like I have a severe allergic reaction in one circle on my forehead? Hm. Then I remember Collin, and proceed to slap him hard the next time I see him that day.

Now I don't want to leave the house.

5-year-old boyfriends are no fun sometimes.