He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.

He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever — in case I need him. And I expect I will — as I always have.

He is just my dog.

-Gene Hill, Tears and Laughter

I've had Jack for one year now, and I can't imagine how I got along without him. The first puppy I've had while being old enough to really appreciate owning a dog. Though sometimes I think he owns me more than the other way around, with how he always gets his way and won't let anyone give me hugs.

He's my buddy, my playmate, my dog. Just Jack. Sometimes Puppy or Pumpkin or Puffin, sometimes 'Hey there, Stupid!' or 'Hello, Handsome!' If I didn't have to be careful not to step on a big Labrador everytime I got out of bed, I think I'd feel a lot more how dark and cold nights can be.

I took my sweatshirt off five minutes ago and he's already asleep on top of it. We had to take care of a baby bird for three weeks (wherein my dad took off work early TWICE because he was worried about it) because the dog bred for bird hunting wanted to play with it rather than kill it. He's really dense, but he's so funny and he tries so hard to be good.

And he is, really. He's nice and smart, just needs to mature a bit to make it more apparent. Jack's a good dog. One of those dogs that would be good under any circumstances, with any family.

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy puppies!



... Or you can get them off Craigslist for free.

Somebody find me a new name. Pick a cool one.

I want a billion puppies.

I'm excited for mashed potatoes.

I put on my shoe this morning to find that there's a conical section missing out of the bottom and I can't figure out what happened or why somebody would drill into the bottom of my sole.

I might be a closet Pyramidhead fangirl for reasons unknown. When I'm done being a whining, terrified sissy.

LOVE YOU GUYS~!

Bobbyers! You know who you are!

Get over to Better of the Bad and sign up for the fabulous event! Right now, go! The boss ladies command you.



Please? I'm excited for it, obviously, and want everyone to participate. X3

Because it will certainly be good for a few laughs.

Much love, guys and dolls.

Planning to do a kiss meme, maybe two if I was listening to correctly (I kinda fade in and out) and I was wondering if anybody had any ships (or not-ships) they'd like to see featured.

And I love crack so crackships extra welcome. >3<

Making no promises that I'll use them, but if they amuse my fickle-ness I'll try and live up to expectations. And don't be shy to throw me some OC's, you BotB peeps. You know who you are, you wonderful people you. <3

Much love and wishing everyone best of luck for the impending schoolage.

I just got all misty-eyed....

.... for a Barry Manilow song.

I can't help but feel this is some sort of major crossroads of my life.

Fail? Win?


Well, I like him.