During my drinking days, I was roofied. My buddy the bartender saw I was acting weird and got me a cab. In what I can piece together, I paid the driver, then my neighbor helped me get into my place. I woke up the next morning to a pizza guy ringing my doorbell, as I had ordered a pizza that previous night/early that morning.
That’s not the weird part, apparently while under the influence of this stuff, I redid all my investment accounts. And, I had already made money by the time I woke up.
Goodbye I am dead from tears
This situation is very common.
While working at a racetrack as a teen I learned that the horses are often given a goat companion to calm their nerves and keep them from feeling lonely.
The horses get so attached to their friends that should something happen to them the horse will become depressed or ornery and refuse to run.
So obviously a bit of sabotage would be to steal the companion of your rivals horse.
This is where the phrase “Something got your goat?” comes from.
I am amazed by the animals stories I read.
Glancing over, I swear it said “burrito” and not “burro.”
We have all had a very special relationship with a burrito.
So here I sit in Afghanistan, on my 30th birthday, not going to my BFF’s wedding. At least I can wear all the colorful scarfs and a pakol.
I didn’t get everything done I wanted to before I left, and now I’m busy and/or without vehicle.
Anyways, I saw Lone Survivor, and it was AWESOME. However, not the movie a guy going to Afghanistan should watch with his girlfriend. We both were tearing up, it’s a tearjerker for sure.
And to end here is the last known photo of me:
No offence, but I’m not racist.
Slowly becoming the crazy cat lady - Here’s my second cat, Quest, with Santa
I recently heard about someone being passive-aggressive on Pinterest, which is about the most stereotypical whitest thing you could ever do.
If you sent me a card, I just got it today. Thank you! My amazing roommate has been religious about checking the mail for his things, and throwing my mail wherever he sees fit. Then of course, he’ll throw stuff on top of it.
So even though he’s been telling me I got no mail these past few weeks, I had a stack of cards and bills. Thanks buddy.
On another note, since the adoption FINALLY went through, I’m sending cards and gifts out tomorrow. Yes, they’ll be late, I know, but I wanted the whole kitten family on the card. KITTENS.
Badassery in the 80s.
If you want one of my special cards, inbox me your address. I’ll need it soon to see how many I’m going to get printed.
Yours in Doge,
So I come to gym later at night to avoid crowds, since I hate people. Of course, the only other person there picks the locker next to mine and just stands there naked while playing on his phone.
Catnip, not even once.