Dogs go to heaven, pigs go to hell

[kleenexwoman]

I'm not going to smile today,
I'm not gonna laugh,
You're out living it up today,
I've got dues to pay

This journal is going on semi-hiatus until the following tasks are finished:

--Paper on cat macros for Folklore class
--Poems edited and essay written for Creative Poetry portfolio
--Journal entries for Modern Literature finished

Any further entries until then will be either short blurts of panic or stupid surveys for destressing purposes. Do not expect anything remotely interesting for the next two weeks. You been warned.

Comments

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

I'd rather see a perpendicular dimension of Japan (and also what the people's eyes would look like there).

Once upon a time (summer 1986) I had a pickled mudpuppy in a jar that I kept in my room (a science counselor at the summer day camp in S'fld I went to didn't need it anymore and said I could have it) until my mom finally came close to throwing up as she walked past my open door on her way out in the morning to get some coffee and made me throw it out. I believe soon after that we got a fishtank. Then the dog era began. (They're their own kind of mudpuppy.)

New recipe to try: a ramen milkshake. Hit the noodle bag with a hammer a few times, throw it in the blender, add whatever condiment packets you've got in the fridge, and enjoy.