stop killing my buzz

dearest dog loco my love, you need to stop barking at every single barely audible noise that you hear. you are killing my buzz here, come on now, throw me a frickin' bone here. moving on...

one of the few rare instances in which i actually don't mind life is when i'm walking into a book store. i love the stacks and stacks of books that stretch far down the aisles. i love how the pages rustle and whisper to a backdrop of hushed voices. i love that scent that's unique to all book stores: the scent of fresh, new books waiting to be discovered by a loving stranger. i fucking sound like a weirdo. which i guess i am so i guess it really doesn't matter. but it's not as if i go running home after each trip to a book store to start reading the books right away. i leave them untouched in their bags for days and weeks at a time. but just knowing that they're there, ready to be picked up and read whenever i feel like it, gives me such satisfaction.

(i sound like a crazy woman who is sexually aroused by books: that i am not).

i bought three new books today and it made me very happy.

you know what the best cereal ever is? chocolate cheerios!!!!!!!!!! yummmaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy. i'm so devastated because there was only four pieces of chocolate cheerios left in the box.... i had eaten them all!! oh my... what is a girl to do? i don't know man! stop asking me questions!! yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah.