television: teacher, mother, secret lover

i'm home finally and waiting (im)patiently for my pizza to arrive. i was going to be good and make dinner, but i've been craving n&a's barbeque chicken pizza all day so i decided to say screw it and get pizza. plus i ended up cleaning out my closet, drawers, under the bed, and refrigerator. 6 bags of trash and one box of fanfiction later, it barely looks like i've made a dent except on my side of the bedroom and closet. also, my arms really hurt and i'm sore. i did take a nice bath with some lush bubble stuff which was nice. but i deserve pizza. *nods*

detour: hee! it's the live action simpsons beginning. they really did run it. how awesome! :)

while i was hauling the ginormous box of fanfiction, bag of ripped jeans and bent bras, and empty pizza box out to the trash, milo decided to take it upon himself to join me. i had the front door propped open and *thought* i had shut the door to our apartment, but apparently not. i was heading across the parking lot and i hear this jingle behind me and there's milo running across the parking lot sans leash to join me. he has *never* done this and we are paranoid as all hell about letting him off his leash because of his walkabout last summer and his inability not to lunge at every dog he sees. i kept telling him to stay with me as we walked to the dumpster and he spent his time circling me and looking so very excited about his little trick. i tossed the box, picked him up and told him that if he ever did that again, he would be grounded. he was still proud of himself.


eta: omg this pizza is like CRACK. it's even better than it was last time. *drools*

television: teacher, mother, secret lover

i'm home finally and waiting (im)patiently for my pizza to arrive. i was going to be good and make dinner, but i've been craving n&a's barbeque chicken pizza all day so i decided to say screw it and get pizza. plus i ended up cleaning out my closet, drawers, under the bed, and refrigerator. 6 bags of trash and one box of fanfiction later, it barely looks like i've made a dent except on my side of the bedroom and closet. also, my arms really hurt and i'm sore. i did take a nice bath with some lush bubble stuff which was nice. but i deserve pizza. *nods*

detour: hee! it's the live action simpsons beginning. they really did run it. how awesome! :)

while i was hauling the ginormous box of fanfiction, bag of ripped jeans and bent bras, and empty pizza box out to the trash, milo decided to take it upon himself to join me. i had the front door propped open and *thought* i had shut the door to our apartment, but apparently not. i was heading across the parking lot and i hear this jingle behind me and there's milo running across the parking lot sans leash to join me. he has *never* done this and we are paranoid as all hell about letting him off his leash because of his walkabout last summer and his inability not to lunge at every dog he sees. i kept telling him to stay with me as we walked to the dumpster and he spent his time circling me and looking so very excited about his little trick. i tossed the box, picked him up and told him that if he ever did that again, he would be grounded. he was still proud of himself.


eta: omg this pizza is like CRACK. it's even better than it was last time. *drools*