Sick

Hello world. This is your friendly neighborhood sniffer, and I've just checked in to tell y'all that I'm feelin ucky. Seriously, I feel like I've been stomped from the inside out. Also, my house still smells funky and what are these friggin black spots on my nails?

Okay, I'm back. I just made an appointment with my doctor, and I'm going in tommarow. Hope I don't die before then. :)

...and it is sweet.

Hello again world. The cute fuzzy critter killing has stopped, and I haven't been murdered, so I think it's safe to return to the blogosphere.:)

In other news, I live in a two story victorian, and it smells funky. I guess I didn't really notice at first, but it stinks in here. The carpets, the stairs, the master bedroom. Ugh. Especially the closets, jesus. My parents said it was just my upper lip, but I figure there's gotta be some nasty in the walls.

I'll check in later this week to tell you what I found.

...Of the World,

So. World, I have a problem. On the news, there was a report of mutilated animal life. Twenty three dead small animals, all partially eaten, all dead of multiple bites to non-lethal areas, all in advanced stages of rot, even though the vet on site says none of the carcasses are more than a day old. And they're ALL within a 5-mile radius of my home. In fact, most of them were found near the trail I walk when I go out to jog.

Coincidence?

 My paranoia is not helped by this nonsense. My effing scar still hurts sometimes.

Blood is the milk...

Odd. My scar hurts. I woke up this morning with it aching like the dickens.:-/

Anyhow, I'm making julie child's reine de saba, with wonderful black coffee to go with it. I might even get my mom to try some.:-)

recollection.

Hey world. I just found this blog's password in my wallet, and decided to get back on. I know I was  unclear about my last post a few months ago, so I figured I'd explain what happened.

 That... dog.
 It ripped a good chunk out of my arm, and I had to go to the hospital. Thankfully, it didn't have rabies, but, my wound, and my hand where I hit it and jammed my fingers in its eyes smelled like rotten meat, so I was put on antibiotics for a couple of weeks.  I've since moved, and the bite left a pretty badass scar. So, not much bad came from it.
The reason my last post was so angry was that the dog had been everywhere I went for, like, three weeks before actually deciding it didn't like me.

Anyway, I'm rambling a bit, so for now, goodbye world. :-)

Fuck that dog

I just got back from the hospital. That thing is NOT a dog. I have the scars to prove it.

Hometown Pride

Today i start my blog. I started it to document this large black dog that is freaking me out. Why... i dont know. The dog wouldn't bother me so much exept this this is everywhere! I get on the bus, it's sitting on the other side of the street. I get to school, and it's beat me there!
Histeria aside, i am a high school student (junior) and im starting this blog to freak out and to post my adopted hometown's urban legends. Next post, i talk about the infamous Click-Clack!