poor little dog

frank brought a guitar over today and got cranky when i asked him to take away something that he had left behind. Pickles was very happy and excited to see his old friend and after Frank left i still have a stomach ache and Pickles is looking out every window over and over. i hate feeling this way.

reluctantdate

i have a date in fifteen minutes and im not even dressed yet.
who knows, he could end up being the love of my life
but with this crush on a married guy, i'm feeling halfhearted.

we're going to see Borat.
i'm looking forward to laughing pretty hard.
more later.

Later=the movie was okay, not as funny as i had hoped.
great fucking meatloaf sandwich at the wagon wheel.
that's all i have to report.