I hate chihuahuas. (But I like sex?)

As promised: here’s a picture of my stupid chihuahua.

It’s not a good picture and I’m too lazy to take a better one so deal with it.

His name is Punky and he’s a chihuahua that has seizures and likes to hump my mom’s leg.

Here he is. My stupid dog.

Should I even consider him a dog?
He’s like the biggest wussy on the face of the planet. That’s why I hate chihuahuas.They either love you or they hate you. Every time someone presses the doorbell, he gets up and starts his annoying growling and yapping. It’s so annoying that I just want to kick him to make him shut up.

My mom is in love with him though. But I bet she’d hate him too if he weren’t so possessive of her. She’s the only one he likes and when she’s not home, he gets all depressed and when she comes home he gets all happy.

Stupid dog.

I never wanted a chihuahua, but my mom got it anyway. At first I was excited because I thought I was gonna have a fun exciting dog to play with, but he’s too chicken to do anything. All he does is sit there on his pillow bed all day and does NOTHING but eat, sleep, and pee. He never wants to play, he cries every time someone pets him, and he thinks my mom is his girlfriend.

I thought I was gonna get a fun pet. Instead I got a lump of good-for-nothing flesh that’s a poor excuse for a dog.
FFFFFF
You can bet when I get my own dog, he’ll be a hundred times better than my mom’s dumb dog.

I CAN ONLY DREAM, RIGHT?
*Criesincorner*

I guess you guys are wondering if I’m single or not.

Okay, so maybe you guys don’t give a flying fuck, but whatever. I’ll tell you anyway. Get ready you have your ears bleed.
Yeah, I’m still with that annoying ass boyfriend who bothers the fuck out of me. We still fight. But the upside is that later, we have crazy wild and angry make-up sex.
Nothing beats make-up sex. If you wanna have good sex, get your boyfriend/girlfriend angry. Then prepare to have your world rocked. That night, we were in the bathroom, yelling at each other, calling each other names. The next thing I know, I’m on top of the sink, getting the life screwed out of me and I’m loving every second of it. Does that make me sick? Does that make me a crazed, sex-addicted, hispaniola?

You bet your sweet, sweet ass it does.

Sorry kiddies, I just HAD to. It was so great that I had to share that.
I’M SO SORRY GUYS.

SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED YESTERDAY WAS…

It was terrible.
I had a terrible argument with my boyfriend in which he threatened to dump me AGAIN.
Then I got to work and got stuck on the elevator.
Then my boss made me do 10 pages worth of work which took FOREVER. I’m not even done with it yet.
Then when I tried to heat up my lunch, the microwave broke so I had to climb all the way down the stairs from the top floor where I work to the very bottom to heat it up and then go all the way back.
Then when I tried to get on the bus to go home, I found out I had no money left to take the bus so I had to walk all the way back.
Then when I got home, I dropped my PSP and now it’s broken and I can’t play Dissidia 012 anymore and I had JUST gotten the game a few days ago.

Okay, I’m done now. That’s it.

Also, my MSN is [email protected] if you guys feel like talking with me or some shit. I dunno.

There, Nass. Are you fucking happy now? xD

‘Till next time.

~ Jaz