Got a Monster in my Closet

Hello babies. I’m so sorry… lately, I’ve just been out of touch with the bloggy world. I still think of you. Many times during the day I’ll wonder, what’s Peefer thinking about his penis today? Or, why did Patchouli stop being a model, because she’s so gorgeous? Or, how did Melanie become fixated on Skeletor; was it a date gone wrong? And that kind of thing. I just can’t always muster up the energy to lift a finger to click on links, or use them all to write about my unbelievably boring life. I’m amazed that some of you still show up, seriously. Amazed and grateful.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you how happy Gnarls Barkley makes me. I’ve just been dancing around to their newest (or only?) album. They’re one of the most innovative artistical musical duos I’ve heard in ages; in fact, since *Fweddy and his magical fwute. They’re awesome, and my dogs think so, too - even Willow, my coffee-addicted one. Or, at least, they think I’M awesome, because they can’t take their eyes off me while I’m dancing around.

I was thinking about that the other day, because I noticed that my dogs watch me nearly every second they’re awake, and I thought, Lordy - how exhausting to be a dog, making sure the Alpha doesn’t make some move that either constitutes rolling in another dog’s shit, or eating somebody, possibly them. No wonder they sleep most of the day away. Maybe, like newborns, they’re trying to shut out The Overwhelming World. That’s why I sleep, anyway.

I was also wondering today what lies Fence’s dog has been telling her. I think it would be pretty funny to tell her that football’s been outlawed in Ireland. Happy Halloween, sweet things. kiss xo

*Okay, who doesn’t love the fact that in My Name is Earl, whenever the TV’s on, it’s playing H.R. Puf-N-Stuf?