it's funny seeing "your song" on moulin rouge. a song you listened to in childhood, portrayed so differently from what you imagined. i used to play make-believe listening to that song. it was all very forlorn and heartbreaking and dramatic. i wasn't too creative a kid, but i was imaginative, you have to give me that. so i get to see my fantasy come true in spectacular spectacular.
dogsitting again. it's made me realize, that guys have just about as much appeal as dogs. of course doesn't sound too great, if you're not a dog person. but if you ever watch a dog watching you with food on your plate, you'll see what i mean. that, oh-please-i'm-a-poor-starving-dog-in-need-of-food look. you kno it's bad for them. they don't need human food. it'll prolly ruin their digestive systems. but then you think, aw how could i? look at it beg! but dogs eat dog food, and that's just the way it is. they don't need to be eating off your plate. of course, indulging dogs is fine. cuz sometimes they're just more companionable than a guy could be. man's best friend? pshaw! yea rite.
ok, i'm at it again. rambling sarcastically on and on and on taking up space in this diary best used for personal reflections, the kind about human ppl, that is. not about canine ppl who drink outta toilet bowls. actually, this dog is very well trained. won't go upstairs, won't go in bathrooms, or the living room or dining room. and i'm sure it'll be very good for my health, if it keeps on running every time i take it out, that is. who needs a treadmill? TREADMILL, EAT MY DUST! or accumulate it while i run w/ the dog. of course, i don't own the dog, whereas the treadmill is mine. but logic never cured anyone, rite? ...a beautiful mind. oh yea, i saw the movie today. while we're writing in diaries might as well keep a log of all your daily activities. now i will go brush my teeth. ta ta.
~G2~