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I walked into the living room and caught my dog watching political television. She rested her body on the pillow and didn't blink from the screen. If it hadn't been for the light coming from the television I would not have seen her at all, but having it off would defeat the purpose to why she is doing this to me again.

You're only one dog, there's nothing you can do or say that will better the nations economy. You don't even spend money.

Would you like to give me kisses?
Oh my God, what a beautiful couch.

i want to get out of here

I know its a bit cliche to complain about about wanting to leave the town you live in. Everybody wants something they don't have, everybody wants to get out of here. Face it, no matter where you go you're going to feel like leaving. There's going to be the same people, driving to the same Wal-Mart, giving you the same looks. Hopefully, there will also be that same coffee shop you're grateful for. You know, the one you lie to your friends about, telling them you've been going there for years and years. Blah, even if I did manage such a thing, something tells me there's going to be another one of you there waiting for me.

"I don't want to weigh this down with too much thought. A clever metaphor isn't going to make me interesting, it isn't going to make this better, it isn't going to assure me that you're reading this. Shit, i don't even know if you're reading this."

Correction, I know you're not reading this. It gives me the confidence to tell you what a confusing bitch you are.