so i'm back in the big West to the Ford and i want to die. My parents are away for the weekend so i get to play grownup and take care of a house, a garden, a 17 year old boy, a dog who's left leg mysteriously stopped working and who now needs to be carried everywhere, another dog whose diaper needs to be changed all the fucking time and who craps unintentionally while he sleeps, and two other dogs. and a cat. welcome home ash.

all i've done is eat. my surgery is on tuesday so i'm getting in all the delicious food i can till then. i've eaten almost a pound of sarah lee honey roasted turkey breast in a day. and tons of popcorn. i just want to get my surgery so i have a valid excuse for sitting around at home, doing nothing. this is going to be a long-ass summer.

what i've been listening to

i can't get that transplants song out of my head. and i heard fischerspooner on the radio today...