My stuff is packed, and in a few hours from now, I’ll be taking a one-way trip to Laredo, TX. The original plan was to live in Dallas. A change of plans derailed my hopes of departing Houston in order to continue my old life. But a delay is nothing, and at least something is happening again. Never thought I’d be going back to Laredo, but it is only for a brief time. And then to California I go later this year.
Laredo is a small city. A city so small, it only has one mall and two movie theaters. And both movie theaters are right next to each other.
The people are friendly for some reason (although that may have changed during these past three years because people are animals) so I don’t mind it.
As I type this, my hands are chewed up and shredded. It looks like I got attacked by a wolf. In a way, that’s kinda true. I adopted a puppy last month and I named it Zoey. She is a Siberian husky/German Shepard mix.
When I picked her up from the animal shelter and brought her home, she was very wobbly due to the anesthesia (she was spayed). After it wore off, her true self came back and the wolf inside her took over from there. I started regretting having adopted the dog, but I wrote to a buddy of mine and asked him about his dog and if it ever had a chewing problem. Turns out, it soothes her mouth because she’s still growing her teeth. I reconsidered taking her back and she has calmed down ever since. And I kinda like her.
Unfortunately, I can’t bring her with me, so I will be leaving her with my brother. I expect her to be huge by the time I return for a visit in a few months. In the meantime, good luck to him.
That’s something I think to myself about: the whole idea of a pet. They’re a different species and they’re right there in our living rooms. We touch them, play with them, feed them, and love them. And we like it.
Thousands of years ago, a tribe of cavemen were probably bored, saw a pack of wild dogs, and one of them said, “Hey, look at that pack of animals. Let’s raise their babies, train them to do tricks, let’s feed them, and let them live with us. Maybe we can even train them to help us with this ‘herding’ idea we came up with the other day. Brilliant!”
If alien beings found dog fossils and looked at their teeth and bones, they’d probably make documentaries on these terrifying creatures that roamed the earth. They’d talk about how they were ferocious animals that went hunting in packs, and yet, humans were so fearless that they kept these monsters as pets.
In 2006, my mom brought over a lost dog (puggle breed) with her and she wanted to name him “Rascal”. I said “hell no” and I named him Skeeter instead. He was already old when we got him, and he had gray whiskers, and a stocky body. With time, Skeeter gained popularity in my neighborhood… as he fucked everybody’s dog. Turns out, he was a bisexual dog.
That’s right. Boys AND girls. (Nothing wrong with that, though.)
Anyway, I went out looking for my brother and I stumbled upon Skeeter mating with a pitbull. Also, my friend’s dog was there for some reason. Eventually my brother showed up and we just stood there, watching.
Witnessing creatures of a different species fuck on Discovery channel is one thing. But for me, it was a spectacle in person.
They were done fucking. Only one problem: Skeeter’s dick was stuck inside the pitbull. Skeeter spun around in a 360-turn as a pathetic attempt to pull out, but he only made things worse. He was now reversed, so both dogs were facing opposite directions AND they were stuck.
My friend’s dog tried to help by walking over to them and licking Skeeter’s dick, to make it slippery, I believe. Or maybe he just wanted to lick it. Whatever the reason, it didn’t work. Eventually, Skeeter managed to pull out.
It was my responsibility to let Skeeter (he was housebroken) out of the house to take a piss. If he was outside, he would walk around the neighborhood and return eventually. One day, I let him out and went back to sleep. I slept a little too much and he never returned. My best guess is that he got impatient waiting for me to let him back inside, so he wandered off and somebody else decided to keep him. He was, after all, very popular. Best dog I ever had.
To this day, I can sometimes see a pitbull with a striking resemblance to Skeeter walking down the street. Crazy shit.
This dog segment served no real purpose, huh? I wonder why I brought it up in the first place. Oh yeah… I’m traveling again. It feels great to be doing something like this, especially when you used to do it often. And then one day, something in your life changed and you had to stop.
Makes you appreciate it even more, to return to whatever you love doing when the opportunities present themselves. My old life is back. I hope.
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what the actual FUCK
I wish I could even be shocked
Just gonna keep reblogging this
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“but why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source
More proof that beauty is always shifting.
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I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, reblog this every time it comes up on my blog. This is the BEST statement, I’ve ever seen.
I really love this. So many are dead-set on the view that people cannot better themselves but that simply isn’t true. Everybody deserves a second chance and everybody has the ability to better themselves.
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Tumblr has a bizarre format for leaving blog comments, so I decided to create this post as a reply because I’ll be writing a handful. This is a reply to a post from a blog that I’m a regular reader of and the blog in question belongs to jammboreez. So scroll over there and give her a follow. I’m not sure who else wants to read this, so I guess this blog post is for her.
I don’t watch movies that often anymore and my taste in movies is now questionable, to say the least. There was a time in my life (maybe three years ago) in which I could tell you about a director’s biography, his childhood, his kid’s names, his step-parents’ names, his favorite snacks, what kind of girls he likes, etc. So forgive me if I recommend a movie, you check it out, and the movie sucks.
Non-fiction:“Gomorrah” by Roberto Saviano and “Candy Girl: A year in the life of an unlikely stripper” by Diablo Cody. I think both of those books are nuts. I mean that in a good way. Both authors write some trippy shit and they make some outlandish claims- and that makes both of their books even more enjoyable, according to me.
Fiction:The Hunger Games trilogy is a MUST.
“Girl with the dragon tattoo” is a favorite of mine. I haven’t read the other two parts… yet. But I recommend the first one, for sure.
The “Scary stories to tell in the dark” trilogy is another must. I find it hard to believe these are children’s books. Some of the drawings and stories scared me as a kid.
They still do.
But a great classic to recommend would be “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. I’ve read excerpts (specifically a few chapters) of the book. Very good stuff so far and it has a brilliant pace. Coelho himself is a wonderful man, too. I enjoy listening to him talk. He has leaked some of his own novels online for us to read.
Movies: Most of the movies I normally recommend are by Tarantino and Kubrick, but I have a strong feeling you have seen their classics by now. So here are just a few movies off the top of my head.
“Sin Nombre” is an underrated foreign film that didn’t get nominated in the Best Foreign film category by the Academy Awards for some reason. Also, I was online friends with an actress that was in this movie. Later she blocked me.
“Gozu” by Takashi Miike. This movie is insanity. Period. David Lynch looks like a normal member of society compared to Miike. It’s like John Waters and David Lynch had a baby. Yes, it’s THAT crazy.
“Thirteen” with Evan Rachel Wood is shockingly good. I’ve known girls in my life that were just like the ones in the movie and it is a very accurate portrayal of teen life.
That’s it for now. There is a book titled, “1001 movies you must see before you die” that I read back when I was in Orange County, and I found a few gems in there. Also, there is a similar list but for books.
Any questions, let me know. I hope this helps. Good luck!
You just can’t not reblog this.
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You have no idea how accurate this is :)
And this is why Mean Girls is daa shit
Perfect representation.. My blog is definitely the one sitting alone it the bathroom
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