Sunday, June 06, 2004
Early this evening Lindsay and I travelled to the bookstore to giggle over the romance novels. Incidentally, Lindsay spotted a hilarious little game entitled "Dirty Minds". We tested it at my new domicile and found it to be muy bueno.
If Bullet agrees to be a good little doggy, I shall arise early tomorrow morning to walk him around the neighborhood. Apparently, The Father feels The Mongoloids pay Bullet too little attention anymore. He threatened to take Bullet back to the SPCA, where Bullet will surely be gased. I don't want the doggy to die, so I will attempt to save his life. Terri and her kids loathe dogs and are of no help in this matter.
Tomorrow I need to call The University of Texas to figure out my status. I just want to go in as a freshman, who happens to have some hours, but the University keeps trying to count me as a transfer applicant, even though I do not have the hours to transfer- unless my AP credits count along with my community college hours. I hope I get a human on the line.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:17 PM]