I hate pitbulls.When I got home tonight there was a pitbull at my home, on my patio. Some friends had brought it over. I went out back for a smoke and it eyed me like a slab of bacon. It sniffed by balls, which dogs do, so I didn’t mind, but then it KEPT SNIFFING MY FUCKING BALLS. The damned dog would not stop staring at me. Jesus. In other (non-dog) news, I did a phone interview with gatech’s math department today. Hope I get it. Fuck this starving artist crap. I’m a little teapot, bored and poor.
I like the name Isabella.
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