Me Tee Or

I suppose it's high time to get an actual trash bin.  I can't be running up and down the stairs whenever I have a teabag to dispose of and the limp garbage bag hanging around here and there around my room isn't doing the trick aesthetically.  Everything's a mess right now.

I can hardly contain my excitement to see my Louballs today.  And then on Saturday I will be attending my first dog meet and greet during which I get to mind a puppy the whole time.

Turns out...the phone cord in my room is a dud.  And I'm too bashful to ask my roommate about it right now.  Maybe after the holidays.  I don't know why, but I really want a landline phone.  But I wouldn't use it enough to justify getting Vonage or a Skype number.

When I brought Lou in after we got back from our futon rescue, the dudemate gave me a snarly look until I said, "This is my dog, he's visiting with my parents," which puts the nail in my coffin of hopes that they might ever have a change of heart concerning us all living happily ever after. 

A late night countryside jaunt to catch a few falling stars and put them in my pocket was an absolute success.  Plus, it allowed me to bring out this oldie, but goodie - fat face mcgrandpa sweater. 

Okcupid burned me once, but I kind of want to go back on there to see the weirdos and find Michael a girlfriend.  Kind of like when Claire and I would send each other pictures from Hot or Not.  Just some good old fashioned fun.  Plus maybe I can meet someone that can do magic tricks for me.