My Sink Smells Quite Nice.

The bathroom at my job is pretty nice

I have come to understand something about myself.

If you stick me into a heavy downpour, no umbrella, and tell we to walk from point A to point B, I become a giggly idiot. The heavier the downpour, the harder it becomes for me to not erupt in giggles.

Basically, I was trying to not look creepy while laughing in the rain as it slowly started to pour harder and harder while I was getting absolutely drenched from the head down. I’m talking shoulders-shaking, body-rumbling, toothy-smiled laughter.

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ILYSM

I adore you 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳♦️

Put in the request to legally change my name! I slapped an e at the end to still make it feminine and I won't lose my job tho

Ah yes, the three sexes: MALE, FEMALE, and lkajshdflkajhsdf.

I wonder what would happen if I just cursed as loud as I can. Just bellow out the f-word loud enough to scare my dogs.

♡☆♡☆♡

Good. At least one of us would’ve been competent.

if you entered sburb on 4/13 in 2009, how old would you have been at that time?

Younger Dog: Stands above you to be able to put front paws on your shoulder as she reaches around to lick your face. Presses the side of her mouth against your lips to let you know she wants kisses too. Will bark just because she wants to start something. She wants you to fight her. She takes it very seriously. Doesn’t like being carried. At. All.

Verdict: Good dog. Very sassy.

Older Dog: Combine a teddy bear + nosey neighborhood old woman + maternal energy and you have this dog in a nutshell. Defender of the fort. Too tired for this nonsense. Puppy at heart. Will lay on your stuff: clothes, electronics, etc. Will outsmart you to steal food within reach. Shreds wraping paper with the determination of a million sock-stealing puppies.

Verdict: Good dog. Good cuddler.

It really makes you think about life when you open up packing paper expecting little metal dinosaurs and instead finding your pretty rock collection and then feeling mildly dissapointed.