how not to die

my dog has died.

his name was Tyson, and he was 16 years old.

that’s a long time, in doggy years.

 a moment of silence.

i shall descend to the land of the great unwashed now.

to buy a pair of shoes.

please don’t try to stop me.

how not to die, you ask?


by staying alive.

forgive my strangeness today.

i am very tired.

Okay. I am in a better mood now, having finished what i was supposed to be doing earlier(but as you can see, was not).

The shoes I want cannot be found…in any store…since it was a limited run and THEY ARE OUT OF MY SIZE! Aaaaah.

Aren’t you glad I can talk about such happy things as shoes now? 🙂


September 15, 2006. MY So-Called Life.

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