It's been... quiet. Really... really... quiet.
Well, I had to fucking wait for quiet. Charlie's normally a quiet dog, but he had been yelping and whining and just sounding as fucking depressed as I am--can dogs even get depressed?--until I put on that shirt left over and let him lay on the couch with me. Shidoh's literally on my hip, doesn't want
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You don't wash them...?
...why are you reading them again?
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I'll come visit. Do you have any preference in shirt color?
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Well, you only left, like... two, and I'm lazy. And stuck cuddling the stupid thing looking like you so he'd shut up! I can only wash 'em so much before they stop smelling like you.
And... they give me something to do, since there's NOTHING ELSE TO DO. Reality TV is BORING and I'm not having sex or pestering YOU so I'm reading emails.
Anything you pick is fine. Just fucking show up or something.
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...Yeah, I'll bring some for you, then.
Hopefully I can provide some sort of entertainment for you before I leave again, then.
I'll be there when I can.
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