Hola boys and girls! Tonight I am puppysitting. He's a cute little thing, and I'd even post his picture if I could freaking email my cellphone pics to myself. Unfortunately, as many times as I've tried in the last few days to upload pics from my phone, it hasn't been happening. The damn thing won't connect to the internet!! So I'm trying again, as we speak. I don't know how else I'm gonna get these pics off my phone if it doesn't work.

It's not connecting... I'm getting pissed...

ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH SCREW SPRINT!!!! I wish I could get out of my contract, or that all my friends had had Verizon in the first place! Damnit. Damnit to hell!!

So what's the haps? Nothing much going on here--I'm not sure how I'm going to pay my rent yet for the month of August--yes you heard me right. I think Crisis Control will be the first place I stop Monday morning. I have till 5 to pay up rent plus the late fee or  then it's court costs added to that, and of that happens I am truly fucked. No, there's no other way to say it. And I hate that I'm having to try to get assistance like this, but I can't ask Roomie to cover me anymore. Monday's also job hunting day, so hopefully somthing good will come of that as well. Sigh.

I slept all day today, and had this long convoluted dream. But what I remember is peeing my pants on this hill on the side of the road and how free it felt, even though people were passing by on their cars, and I was making piss rivers. I swear that had to be the longest piss I've ever taken, dream or not! (And no, I didn't wet the bed!) Well, after I'd finally finished, I walked to...my house, I guess--it was an apartment complex on my left I came upon--and sitting in his car in a gravelly spot right off the road beside a small power station, like he was waiting for me, was N! What a freakout, me with piss all on the back of my pants and him showing up in my dream. And then I woke up. A few nights ago I dreamt about a Middle Eastern man who was so fucking sexy I couldn't stop sweating over him for two days. He had a perfect stomach (make that body)--muscular but not too much, glistening with sweat, and tattooed. He had a whole front piece, something having to do with surfing, maybe? Whether the tattoo was really a part of him or not, I could totally identify him by his belly button if I saw him in real life.

I've been working on art, kinda sorta. I discovered yesterday I could make my own brushes and patterns in Photoshop!! Oh joy--I am easily amused. I have yet to make my dog into a brush... but that's something for me to do, besides make pretty graphics for this site. Which I should do before anyone thinks I think this place is pretty right now,eh?