My favorite: Addy the pup

The runner-ups for cuteness:

Bella the pug

Hamish the Vishla

Molly the King Cav

Onyx the lab/pit mix

Carmine the Beagle

Dylan the weiner

Buddah the yorkie

Flurt the Frenchie

Gracie the Italian Greyhound

My fairytale. I felt amazing that night at the rollerskating rink rave. Popping pills, smoking blunts, and dropping acid throughout the night. No control over what may happen, just living in the moment, free to be myself. I was already fucked up on ecstasy when I went in that bathroom stall. I wanted one hit of acid but being a pretty girl the dealer put acid in the palm of my hand. It was dark, a shady spot, out of a movie. The music pumping in the background, dim lights, sticky floor, very tweekeresk. I had never done more than two hits of acid at a time, and this was a puddle. Acid absorbs into the skin, no need to lap it up. I still did of course, but nothing gets left behind with acid, the body uses it to fuel the intricate dreams you are about to experience. The panic of seeing that puddle set me up for a nightmare. Not knowing if I would survive the coming trip. My brain began to bleed, I could see it in my eyes. Everything became a reddish purple, I would call it Beet juice. My hysterics dragged me back to a friends house. He answered the door, no longer a man but a rat. I look back on that moment and wonder if acid helped me see his true character. Strangers in the house took advantage of my trip, sending me into a hellish dream. I was pushed into a bathroom as they flickered the lights on and off, creating a make-shift thunderstorm. The shower on high scalding, lights flashing, I was being electrocuted, struck by lightening. In a panic pounding on the door, LET ME OUT, HELP ME! My captors let me loose. Bloodshot eyes, terror stricken, I knew I was going to die. Surrounded by gorillas, laughing hyenas, every person a different wicked animal. I ran outside with my cell phone, repeatedly dialing 911, calling my mother and hanging up. A minivan drove down the street, slowly, leery in the streetlights, emergency lights flashing, all the doors wide open and as it got closer I realised that nobody was driving it. As I begin to panic, knowing I am seeing things, its not real, its not real, its not real, its not real….the van stops in front of the driveway. Blackness on the inside of the van, blinkers only flashing enough light for me to see that nobody was driving it. This was the grim reaper coming to take me away. The grim reaper drives a minivan. I slammed the door, running back inside. Minivan or the evil zoo? I ran back outside, the minivan gone. I found my car keys but as I began creeping to my car, the minivan appeared. Going slightly faster, blinkers on, doors open, nobody driving, it was coming right at me. Back to the zoo I ran, the rat awaiting my entrance. In and out I went for what seemed like days, every time I opened the front door the minivan appeared in the street lights, making its way to transport me to my coffin. My paranoia hit a peak inside the zoo. I ran to my car before the minivan could catch me. Slamming the reapers bony fingers in the door. I breath. Alive. Now I just have to make it home. Rolling the engine over, POOF! I wasn’t even driving, the streetlights took me home that night. Each light reaching out to me and pulling me with their beams, pole hopping. I just sat back and watched them guide me home. Then I reached my block, lined with trees but to streetlights, i must enter the abyss. My car creeped up to the forest. Rolling into another land, a happy land. A purple bubble, shining brightly as the trees sang to me, I was entering Rodger Rabbits toontown. Fa-lalalalalala the deer pranced next to me, windows down, happy again. My purple balloon was rolling me into my drive way. I was safe. Until I realised I had to be at my family reunion in three hours. A shower will get rid of an acid trip right?! The answer, no. My all white tiled shower was a skittles commercial, I tasted the rainbow. Putting makeup on, took hours, my face would just not stay put, it kept melting onto the floor. My eyes black marbles, with some period stains. Nothing stood fucking still. How in the hell can I face my parents, grandparents, people I have never met in my family?! I was careless, nobody would know, I can pull anything off. I stood outside the barn where the entire Fridley family was huddled. looking up at the sky. Snowflakes began to fall. A porcelain doll all in white, really my little 6 month old cousin. It was summer, no snowflakes. Snap out of it. I so badly wanted to continue my heavenly trip with dolls and snowflakes. But then grandpa came peering over at me. He smelled it on me. Drugs. Beady eyes and a firm grasp on the fleshy part of my arm. The hold mothers give, digging his nails in. He knew. My feet ached from the all night dancing at the rave. The last thing I can remember from that rollercoaster nightmare heaven and hell vacation was telling everyone at the family reunion how badly my shoes hurt, in regards to my feet. “My shoes hurt.”

I slowly trudge home, no longer lost. The black storm clouds spread and I can see my path.

My head hangs low. It is heavy with shame and debris.

The journey home will be slow, grueling, cold, lonely.

Don’t get lost again.

Yoga @ 1:05 (didn’t go…woke up at 12:50)

Work on DebbiesIdea website (did a little bit of work but distracted)

Creative writing/blog (well obviously I am doing that..but not whole hearted)

Go to film cantor on sex toys @ 6:30 (will probably space going or find something else to do, like hit the gym)

I believe most people would love to have a day like this…no actual schedule to go by, free time. But honestly for those of you who are working you should not be envious. It is a lot easier to get things done when you have little free time. I have all the time in the world so I procrastinate to do nothing. My head is filled with nothing and my life in filled with nothing. I would love to wake up at 7am and spend my day working hard towards a goal, towards a pay day. I want to spend my 24 hours busy, tired and feet pulsing by bedtime. The saying is too little time so much to do but I am opposite. Too much time so little to do. This is a very frustrating time in my life. I need to be busy. Grrrrrrrr. I can’t even creative write because I am too lazy to think.

Looking through travel pages on the wide screen on my lap. I cannot decide my destination with the click of a button. The sunset gives her advise. Is this where the sun loves to shine? Where she would take her vacation? Maybe I can work something out with her so we may be together on my next excursion.