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Poshdom or Petdom you decide
Abbycomix, I want your life.
I'm sitting in the breakfast nook of my parent's home in Bumblefuck NC. Looking out of my window I see a porch that overlooks a posh golf course. (Lush green golf courses are not, except for 3-4 months out of the year). The sky is a brilliant blue with no clouds in sight. The geese that fly over, occaisionally, make it more picturesque. There's a nice lake (humanmade) that runs by...at least its a somewhat a body of water Also, if I can strain my neck, I see Saydee (a.k.a Shaydee or Mommy's Girl), my Springer-Setter mix bounding around the yard (she lives in a world that is all her own). She's my baby. Down stairs on the bed in my newly Feng Shui-ed room, Irish (a.ka. Satan or Mommy's baby) sleeps tonigh. Also at the top of my closets sleeps Liza (a.k.a Crackhead or Mommy's Baby Girl), my token black cat. In our spacey livingroom, my grandma is watching The Crocodile Hunter as he counts down the best of the crazy shit he does. I admire someone who loves animals as much as Steve.
Oh, as for the pets....I don't have children, I have 2 cats and a dog. (Really wants a Rottweiler puppy named Elvis and an African Gray name Jethro)
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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