Holy loly! What a day!
Then 2 days ago, when I got home around 7PM, I found her crying and limping. She broke her leg! I didn't know how that happened. I went to my building's security to ask if the maintenance guys came in to do the electric work while I was out. They still owed me a power outlet and a new door. I had told them they must give me a 24 hours notice in advance to come in or it's illegal. Yesterday they said no one came. Okay, little biatch hurt herself je ne sais quoi.
I don't know the nearby doggie ER here so I thought worst comes to worst we'll go back to the hospital in South Pasadena in where we lived before. She was trembling very very badly whenever I had to move her or when the security guys came to talk to me. She still growled and barked to try to protect me though even when she's so in pain. Poor girl. I held her to sleep and really couldn't decide if I should take her to the ER around 1:30AM. I decided to try to calm her down and let her rest a little. She was shaking for a long time before she fell asleep. It's absolutely the most tragic thing to hold a small hurt animal crying and moaning in your arm. I just burst into tears. So we got up at 5:30AM. I scooped her food in tiny little pieces and fed her with my hand because she couldn't even stand up by the bowl. Luckily she ate some rabbit meat for breakfast.
Didn't my native Hong Kong boat people mom just throw some random leftover on the table and I grew up better than well anyway?! Dude mom didn't even finish high school! I think we made our modern lives more complicated than we needed with some huge college loans I'm still paying. Crazy...! 
Indian leg vet did a couple of x-rays on my dog's knee and hip and put her on pain killers and antibiotics. She's jumping around this morning again. Poof. Another easy $300. Sure, why not, I don't even want to think about how much I spent these days anymore. I had to. Little biatch was abused when she's a puppy. That crazy Hong Kong guy bred mini-schnauzers on the roof top of his plastic factory in Tsuen Wan in New Territories! I answered his classified ad on the newspaper thinking he just got a litter in his backyard or something. Nut case! He took 3 puppies from the cables and manufacturing machines for me to see when I got off the cab that night. Little biatch's sister and brother were both bigger and more active than her. She was the smallest trembling at the corner with curly pepper and salt hair. I was planning to get a guy but once I saw her, I couldn't let her go anymore. Paid USD$500. Took her home. Gave her a ridiculous boomer name. She became my dog. P.S. Even serious culture blogs carry gossip: Does anybody notice Sarko's new girlfriend looks like a pervert Christian clown? Can't those deaf people stop comparing this kind of model singer whatever that would even fuck some ugly asses like Mick Jagger and Donald Trump with my angelic voice Keren Ann just because they both speak French and own an acoustic guitar for heaven's sake? What else do we need to know? Carla Bruni and Keren Ann are not even on the same level. People just so love meaning some dumb ass took an armchair Introduction to Art 101 on the weekend for four weeks or something by saying which celebrity studied art and architecture. That moron stole my French President boyfriend when I was busy running around for my dog dude. Okay, you know I'm so very not over it!
4 comments:
I wish I were 100% Nigerian, if I were I would give you real advice, but since I'm only half I'm going to do the weak LA thing.
Say some random emotion:
Oh man...
And then avoid it by talking about your postscript.
Your gossip is high level gossip. Gossip about the French President's actress girlfriend screams class. It screams it in a very call girl, muffled pillow kind of a way.
Browne
PS this post was very entertaining for me.
Your half Nigerian comment reminds me one title: Things Fall Apart... Well put!
Since this's a city of entertainment, it's time for Downtown Chick to find a pimp now seems like.
"Things Fall Apart." The story of my life, sort of...
I highly suggest getting a pimp. It helps in the whole being artsy, but not having an actual job thing.
Working makes being fabulous hard.
Browne
But let's do the math..., an actual job deposits money every month to my free WAMU checking account while a pimp always asks for a free blowjob... To be a better gold-digger I have to let go of the being fabulous thing...
;-D
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