101 Things About Me
Toby by Ron Burns
Look at those sad pitiful eyes. Don’t they just make you want to ‘aww’? I’d like to get a dog and name it Jovi. That’s a cute name for a dog. Unfortunately, with how I’ve been lately, a dog just doesn’t fit in. Though I think French bulldogs are just darn adorable. I’d be tempted to name it Spock. Jovi’s cuter. Jovi Spock. I’m putting way too much into a hypothetical dog, aren’t I? I’m planning on moving to another apartment later this year. Maybe if it’s a place that allows dogs, I’ll get one. Maybe. It’s actually kind of hard to find a small dog in this area. Lots of labs and mutts but not really many little ones. And I work eight hours every day. That’s a lot of alone time for a little dog. So a dog probably isn’t a good idea for me. 
I haven’t even been watching the Olympics and I’m tired of hearing about this Phelps dude. He’s been in some fifty competitions and won them all. Yadayadayada. Yes, that’s amazing. Noteworthy and newsworthy. But I don’t care. I don’t even watch the news so I don’t really know how I keep hearing about him. I feel like I’m being stalked.
I just got the hugest compliment ever.
“Hi,
I would just like to say that your stories are pure genius. I read all of
them but didnt comment them because there was just to much to say and so
little time to type it. Thats why I thought that I would send you...