i decided i don’t need a girlfriend. i got one the second i adopted marla from the pound. marla has taken on just about all the aspects of girlfriends ive had in the past.
tonight marla and i showed up at john’s house for some beer and Oz. Marla runs around, eats their dog’s food, drinks there water, takes one of their toys out of the closet and generally makes a fool of herself and me.
it’s like a drunk girlfriend that doesn’t have to drink…
now while i type it, my drunk girlfriend is asleep on the couch like usual, i’m alone and depressed on aim, hoping she won’t wake up and read my site to read what i wrote about her….