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noellenoThings have not changed. Northbound 275 is still freakish. I am going to really enjoy trying to shift two lanes real quick during rush hour traffic. I AM GOING TO DIE AHH. ;__; I'll have to make Steve accompany me next week as I make a second test drive up there. I'll have to clock myself that time, and check out all the driveways on the campus so I don't get confused. At least the on-ramps are easy on, easy off. Stupid Michigan left messed my brain up for a minute, though.
Also, my parents have reached a consensus, and we are taking Chester to the pound before next week is out. He has gotten absolutely unbearable. He keeps running away and not returning until we go out and look for him, he snarls and bares his teeth at Daddy whenever he comes home, and he's been growling at the rest of us pretty bad lately. This morning, he was howling for two hours. Katie got up twice, really pissed, to try and get him to quiet down, but nothing worked. We take him outside, bring him back in, and he whines. And whines. It's non-stop. It's exhausting. He's become a liability, and we can't afford to get sued if he takes a bite out of someone, which may very well happen, the way he's been going.
I have no clue how this all happened, and why no matter what we've tried has failed. Maybe he's sick. Either way, off he goes. I'm sort of sad, but...kind of not. Is that mean? I don't know. He's being really awful, and completely unreceptive. I'd be optimistic and maybe someone could find a way to fix him up, but we've neither the time nor the money to spend on such alternatives.
It's not like I want a cat or anything, for sure.
Oh well.
So, test drive to Schoolcraft, with Katie as moral support. Safe enough, except for the dope trying to merge left ON TOP OF ME. Fgsfdsfgsfds. And crazy foreign car blasting through traffic like it was the autobahn. I promise nobody in Metro-Detroit can drive humanely. Not even me. And it's not like there's reliable bus transpo or trains and all those silly conveniences. Again, oh well. We survive.
Heehee, almost done inking up my half of trade with Beckers. I am so glad I possess the knowledge and ability to fix up all those Godawful errors I made inking the damn thing. THUMBS UP FOR ME.
AND THUMBS DOWN TO THIS COLD-ONLY-NOT-REALLY-LOL THING I AM CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING.
We now stock Captain Hook plush dolls at work. It took all of my willpower not to buy one, for srs. That's kind of pathetic.
Also, my parents have reached a consensus, and we are taking Chester to the pound before next week is out. He has gotten absolutely unbearable. He keeps running away and not returning until we go out and look for him, he snarls and bares his teeth at Daddy whenever he comes home, and he's been growling at the rest of us pretty bad lately. This morning, he was howling for two hours. Katie got up twice, really pissed, to try and get him to quiet down, but nothing worked. We take him outside, bring him back in, and he whines. And whines. It's non-stop. It's exhausting. He's become a liability, and we can't afford to get sued if he takes a bite out of someone, which may very well happen, the way he's been going.
I have no clue how this all happened, and why no matter what we've tried has failed. Maybe he's sick. Either way, off he goes. I'm sort of sad, but...kind of not. Is that mean? I don't know. He's being really awful, and completely unreceptive. I'd be optimistic and maybe someone could find a way to fix him up, but we've neither the time nor the money to spend on such alternatives.
Oh well.
So, test drive to Schoolcraft, with Katie as moral support. Safe enough, except for the dope trying to merge left ON TOP OF ME. Fgsfdsfgsfds. And crazy foreign car blasting through traffic like it was the autobahn. I promise nobody in Metro-Detroit can drive humanely. Not even me. And it's not like there's reliable bus transpo or trains and all those silly conveniences. Again, oh well. We survive.
Heehee, almost done inking up my half of trade with Beckers. I am so glad I possess the knowledge and ability to fix up all those Godawful errors I made inking the damn thing. THUMBS UP FOR ME.
AND THUMBS DOWN TO THIS COLD-ONLY-NOT-REALLY-LOL THING I AM CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING.
We now stock Captain Hook plush dolls at work. It took all of my willpower not to buy one, for srs. That's kind of pathetic.
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Date: 2007-01-05 10:28 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you have to get rid of your dog D:
sometimes its just better off for the dog and the owners
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Date: 2007-01-06 08:35 am (UTC)Also, I'm really sorry about your dog... but like you said, there's nothing you can do about that, and he'll find a family with the capacity to take care of him.
DON'T DIE, 'KAY.