It Must Be Christmas Time...

Because my dog is bleeding all over the floor. She always has it the week of Christmas like clockwork. It's too much for me to ask to have a little bit of piece and quiet. Instead I get to clean blood off of the floor and the furniture for the next two weeks and yell at the dogs for trying to fuck in the house unsuccessfully and knocking shit over instead. Of course my father will never have an animal spayed or neutered unless their lives depended on it because it gives him a dream that twice a year he's going to make these magical golden puppies that will make him insanely rich. I just don't care anymore. All of the computer work is done though and I made pretty good money this week on side work even though very little of it involved cars. I went to a luncheon for customers of Bennett Auto Supply with Dan today and got to see the shop bitch where I used to work so he could ask me questions hoping to relay them to my own boss. I just accused him of sucking dick for a solid hour so he'd shut up and had nothing to go by. I'm going to lay here with my cat some more I suppose.