Russian Granny Léo
As the humiliation continues (see the photos...gawd!), let me tell you what I'm dealing with:
Mook A was talking on the phone with a friend and explaining the process they took to get me out of the pound and into their own prison. Mook A had to fill in forms and there was one block that asked "What are you planning for your new dog" followed by a list of options with little squares where you had to put a checkmark: working dog, play with children, guard dog, breeding. At the end of this list was another square for "Other" with a line to write something in. Mook A wrote: Love.
Street Léo
This goes to show you what fucking Pollyannas I'm dealing with. I wonder about the imaginary world they live in: lollipops instead of trees and green licorice instead of grass. I can deal with real people in a real universe but I'm not sure what to do with these two Space Cadets.
Meanwhile was watching the news last night (hey! what do you think we're doing when you force us to lie on your laps, dammit!) and saw that that black guy was visiting the country. He looks okay, especially compared to the mega-Mook who was president before. I'm not saying someone should have shot that last one (assassinations are messy things and usually make martyrs out of the worst assholes) but if anyone deserved to have a shoe pitched at his bean it was him.
Don't like the politics? Sue me! What the fuck else do I have to do in this stupid little apartment where, apparently, life is so nice that everyone farts clouds of candy floss.
Intello Léo
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