Darkoshi's LiveJournal

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 06:21:03 GMT

I'm beginning to think that Q tends to mistakenly interpret other people's actions as acts of passive-aggressiveness towards him. Or it could be that his interpretations are correct, and that I am naive to think that people generally would not act that way.

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I'm feeling a slight level of general anxiety. Must be hormones.

I don't know how to enjoy things. I've got things to do. I've got this vague idea that once I finish those things, that I'll be able to relax and enjoy being on vacation. But I don't know how to do so. I don't particularly enjoy anything. Maybe that is why I keep myself busy with these "things to do". If I could think of something enjoyable to do, maybe I wouldn't waste my precious time like that. Or maybe the things I'm doing are the things that I originally thought would be enjoyable, but which I now find out just feel like things that need to get done.

Phone-calls have been annoying me. I don't get many; but when I do, I feel interrupted in the things I'm busy doing, and annoyed at the interruption, and annoyed at having to listen to someone talk and talk and talk instead of being able to continue and complete the task I was interrupted in doing. But I'm always busy doing something, so there's no good time for anyone to call.

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The wrist-cuffs of my sweaters and jackets smell like dog saliva.

There's a friend of one of my co-workers who had indicated to them a strong interest in taking the puppy. I think I should have heard from him by now, but I still haven't. On the one hand, I'm anxious about having him call, as I'm worried that Q will be upset if I give away the puppy. But I've always intended to find a different home for it. Why does everyone think I'm going to keep it? Do they think I'm such a good-hearted person that it would be natural for me to keep it and keep taking care of it for years and years and years?
On the other hand, I'm anxious that he won't call, and I'll end up having to keep the puppy, and that Q and me will break up, but that I'll still have to keep the puppy even though Q says he'd be willing to take it, and that the dog will be lonely and neglected because I can't take good care of it, because I'm an unhappy, joyless individual, and I can't love it, and taking care of it feels like work and takes away from my precious time. My precious time, which I can't find anything enjoyable to do with it. Because nothing makes me happy.

cultural genderizing

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 03:01:49 GMT

Cultural genderizing. It happens all the time. It irks me when I encounter it.

Buying the girls pink gift-cards that say "Princess" on them, while buying the boys gift-cards which show tools or a cellphone on them.

Saying that the little boy is "good-looking".. mentioning that one isn't sure whether they can still call him "pretty"; the mother replying that maybe they can still call him pretty for another year.

Teasing a boy, "When I said "girl", you looked over at me!".

Dressing the children up in gender-specific clothing. So that even with a tiny baby, a stranger knows whether it is a boy or a girl simply based on the color and style of the clothes.

In a store, a little boy pointing at an item of clothing, and the adult saying "No, that's for girls". In another store, another set of kids and adults, and a similar thing happening.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 15:38:03 GMT

Reminder to self:
When baking store-bought frozen pie shells or any other aluminum-ware which has those tiny holes on the bottom, *always* place them on a baking sheet!!

Oil dripped out from the holes to the bottom of my oven and caused horrible smoky fumes. Since the pies weren't finished baking, I thought it made most sense to put up with the continuing fumes until the pies were done, then to clean the oven later. That was yesterday. Today, I'm still trying to get the smoky smell out from the house.

If this ever happens again, it would be better to remove the food from the oven *right away* when I notice something like this happening, deal with the oven, and finish cooking the food later.

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I'm happy to report that the neighbor is not keeping that dog in the cage most of the time. I haven't seen it in there since that other day. I still can't figure out why they put it in there in the first place, and the cage is still there, but at least it is empty.

boost web-access fee missing...

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:32:54 GMT

Strange. On 12/06/09, I got a text message to my boostmobile cell phone saying "We've successfully processed your Plan Change to Pay-As-You-Go." It was odd because my plan was already pay-as-you-go, and I hadn't changed anything. But now I just noticed Boost hasn't been charging me the 35 cent per day for web-access since then, even though the web is still working on my phone, and I've used it.

I wonder if this is some snafu on their end.

light as a feather

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 01:35:21 GMT

I absolutely love the bottom photo on this page:
http://adatoda.livejournal.com/81955.html

This one is neat too:
http://adatoda.livejournal.com/83044.html

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 07:10:51 GMT

Huh. Amazon's mp3 prices are all about 99 cents, even for 74 minute tracks, like the ones from one-track nature sounds/relaxation CDs.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 06:37:41 GMT

I went to a step show this evening. My nephew was performing with his high school team. All the performances were very good. I'll post video clips of some highlights, if the videos turned out well.

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I went to a chiropractor who also does acupuncture, about my lower back pain. He took x-rays. The spacing between my vertebrae looks normal, which is very good news. I was worried that I might have a problem with my disks. He mentioned that the bones are a little kinked; not totally straight. Perhaps that is what causes me to get achy. It didn't sound like the kinkiness could be fixed though; that was quite disappointing. He did some acupuncture on me, and elecrostim.... on the first appointment I was very skeptical about the benefit of this treatment - it might soothe or numb the pain, but if it's not fixing the source of the problem, the pain will just keep coming back, so why bother? I felt like crying from disappointment during the half hour I was lying down, first with 4 needles in my back and a heat lamp shining on them, then with the elecrostim pads on me.

Nevertheless, after the treatment I went to a store, and my back didn't ache like it usually does when I'm shopping. It didn't ache for 3 days, until the weekend when I was out shopping for longer. Then it started aching quite a bit again.

A week later, on my 2nd appointment, I was feeling optimistic about the acupuncture. But this time they did the electrostim first, with a too-hot heating pad over it. There not being any easy way to get a nurse's attention while laying on my stomach with my head towards the wall, I suffered through it. It wasn't unbearable, just uncomfortable. Did I mention that I don't even like electrostim treatments? I had a bad experience with it from one of my prior chiropractors. That time, it must have been set too high, and I didn't like the sensation at all. After the electrostim and hot-pad, I got the acupuncture again; this time, the needles were connected to an elecrostim unit too. After the treatment, I went shopping again. My back started aching, so that day's treatment didn't seem to be effective - probably due to it being uncomfortable instead of soothing. But I bought a new hot-pack to use on my back once in a while, and hopefully that will help somewhat.

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I am so glad that the problem with my leg muscle went away this year, and that my legs are flexible again. I can *move* again, as evidenced by my last video posts.

Windows security "features"

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 17:11:44 GMT

I just tried doing something on Win7, and it has the same infuriating inexplicable behavior as Vista.

I had downloaded a zip file to a shared (read-only) folder on my XP machine. I connected the Win7 machine to the shared folder, and tried to unzip the file to a local folder. I got the message "Access to the compressed (zipped) folder is denied. Before you can extract files, you must change the permissions for this compressed (zipped) folder." When I open the Properties window for the file, the Security tab says "You do not have permission to view or edit this object's permission settings."

I am able to unzip the file fine on the XP machine, but not from the Win7 machine.

So then, on the Win7 machine, I tried copying the file from the shared folder to a local folder. I am able to copy other files from that folder, but not this one. This one gives an error: "You do not have permission to perform this action. You require permission from the computer's administrator to make changes to this folder". If I try copying it from a command prompt, I get "Access is denied". The computer only has one user set up on it, and the user has administrator privileges.

I am able to download the same zip file from the internet to the Win7 machine, and am able to unzip that version fine. So it seems that any file I downloaded to the XP machine (I'm assuming that is what is "special" about the files that give me errors), I am not able to copy directly over to a Vista or Win7 machine.
HOWEVER, if on the XP machine, I move or copy the downloaded zip file to another folder (such as a subfolder of the shared folder), then on the Win7 machine I can view the file's Property - Settings tab, and I **AM** able to copy it directly from that XP folder to the Win7 machine without even having changed any permission settings.

So basically, if I want to copy all my files from my XP machine to a Vista or Win7 machine, I'll have to first copy them to some intermediate location.

Tests of different file types:
Downloaded a different zip file to XP machine; am NOT able to copy it directly from Win7 machine.
Downloaded a jpg file to XP machine; was able to copy it directly from Win7 machine.
Saved internet HTML files (with and without Java) to XP machine (File - Save); was able to copy them directly from Win7 machine.
Downloaded HTML pages (with and without Java) to XP machine (right-click link, Save Link As...); am NOT able to copy them directly to Win7 machine.
Renamed downloaded HTML page on XP machine; still am NOT able to copy it directly to Win7 machine.
Downloaded a .doc file to XP machine; was able to copy it directly from Win7 machine.
Downloaded a .rtf file to XP machine; was able to copy it directly from Win7 machine.
(But on the Vista machine, there had been an RTF file I WASN'T able to copy... there is one RTF file on the XP machine which I'm not able to copy over, but I am able to copy over other downloaded RTF files... so maybe there are other things that factor into the problem, not just that a file has been downloaded.)

Created a shared read-write folder on the Win7 machine and tried connecting to it from the XP machine.... wasn't able to. Even though I turned on Public Folder sharing on the Win7 machine, and gave Everyone read-write access to the shared folder, it still doesn't let me connect to the shared folder from the XP machine without a userid/password. Setting up userids and passwords might work, but it would defeat the purpose of what I was going to test.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:36:28 GMT

The neighbors on one side of me have 2 big dogs and a small dog. They're the ones who've had several litters of puppies and who've sold the puppies. At least they seem to take pretty good care of their dogs - they let them run free in the back yard, and appear to take them indoors at times.

The neighbors on another side have at least 4 dogs. The 3 older dogs always used to be chained up in the backyard, each with its own little area and own doghouse. The younger puppy-dog is not on a chain and wanders around. I don't know if those neighbors ever take the dogs off their chains. Now they've put one of the older dogs into a fairly small metal cage - only big enough for him to stand and turn around in. I saw him in there last week, and today I saw him in there again - now they've got a thin blue broken plastic sheet over the top of the cage. It's dang cold outside today - in the lower 40s. I felt sorry for those dogs before, now I feel even worse for that one in the cage. I have no idea why they put him in a cage... unless he's actually female, and they want the puppy dog to impregnate the other dogs but not her. I can't think of any other reason they'd do that. Gah.

depression test

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:16:35 GMT

Disorder	Your Score
Major Depression:	Slight-Moderate
Dysthymia:	High
Bipolar Disorder:	Very Slight
Cyclothymia:	Slight
Seasonal Affective Disorder:	High-Moderate
Postpartum Depression:	N/A
Take the Depression Test

those fabulous pants, that exquisite voice

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 04:49:37 GMT

Hi-ho, Kermit the frog here...

...Showing off my new fancy black outfit, and singing along to myself.

...More singing along to myself, also some liquid silver and hot pink cloth that I plan to make into flags for flagging.

strangers aren't friendly in this neighborhood, without an ulterior motive

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 23:22:01 GMT

I should have known that a stranger walking by wouldn't be engaging in casual conversation with me just to be polite or friendly.

I was raking outside the fence, and a not-unpleasant-looking guy walking down the street said hi and something else to me (don't remember, must have been about raking) and instead of replying in my usual curt manner, I decided to be friendly and mentioned good-naturedly about how I had been intending to rake inside the yard, but that I got carried away with doing the outside part. Next thing I know, I've agreed to pay him $7 to quickly do the inside part (only one corner of the yard; the whole yard didn't need raking). He was supposed to finish the small rest of the outside part too, but I'm not sure if he did. It was too dark by then to see well. He had said he wanted the money for cab fare to get back home from his job where he was walking from.

The reason I got talked into it instead of simply saying "no thanks, I prefer to do my raking myself", is that I've occasionally considered that it wouldn't be a bad thing to pay other people to do some raking, when I'm tired or busy with other stuff. They get money that they need, I get some extra time... But that wasn't taking into consideration how uncomfortable it makes me feel to have a stranger in my yard, and having to pay them, and feeling that they're trying to take advantage of me, and having to keep an eye on them (non-obtrusively) to make sure they're doing the job as opposed to being up to no good. I mean really, if I feel that I have to keep an eye on them, that doesn't free up any extra time for myself anyway.

He even did try to talk the price up. I didn't put up with that and said that no, I'd just do it myself if he wanted more money. So he did it for the original price.

But no. Next time I'll stick to my guns and not get talked into paying someone else to do what I was planning on doing myself.

recycling styrofoam

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:48:59 GMT

Note to myself to check this out next time I'm in the area:

Publix on Gervais St. takes styrofoam for recycling - it's probably only intended for small styrofoam food containers, not large packing blocks. It sounds like they may also take #4 plastic bags, separately from the #2 bags - need to check that out too.

It doesn't mention it on their website, but supposedly UPS will accept styrofoam packing peanuts, and reuse them.

coping

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:07:09 GMT

Sometimes little things keep going wrong, and it starts feeling like a supernatural being is purposefully tormenting me. Whether these things are due to simple bad luck or a mean annoying god, I know that the best way of dealing with them is to simply ignore the cause and to focus on the solutions. But it feels like my brain is being fried. It feels like my brain isn't getting enough oxygen. It feels like I'm trying to swim through molasses. It makes me want to shriek and whine and cry instead of trying to focus on a solution.

I couldn't find an old work email I was searching for, which had notes I needed. I dealt with it.
I was reminded of a deadline for which I need to work on something, which means I won't be able to spend as much time working on the other stuff I need to work on.
I started being assaulted by a low humming noise. It's a generator motor which one of my neighbors sometimes turns on in their back yard. After a while I decided to move my laptop into another room where I wouldn't hear the annoying noise. That is one of the benefits of having a laptop. So I shut the laptop down so that I could unplug it, but instead of turning off, it spent ten minutes configuring updates.

Then I moved it into another room. Then my mouse didn't work. Between the one room and the other, the mouse simply stopped working. I changed the batteries, but it still doesn't work. The LED isn't lighting up anymore. It looks like the lens over the LED may have fallen out, but I'm not sure if there was a lens there to begin with or not. Ok, so I plugged a different mouse in instead. But now this has taken up all of my lunch period without me even having eaten any lunch. And my head still feels frazzled. Maybe if I had more light. It's too cloudy and dark today.

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 20:37:04 GMT

Qiao has several times expressed disdain for certain methods of child-rearing / discipline. He thinks that "touchy-feely" types of discipline don't work on all children, and that they wouldn't have worked on him or his brother. He's scoffed at the Super-Nanny TV show. Nevertheless, I turned the show on yesterday to watch it, because I find it interesting, and because SuperNanny is awesome. (SuperNanny seems able to see exactly what the problems are in a family, and how to fix them.) Qiao commented that we must not usually be home on Fridays when the show is on, because we've very rarely watched the show together. He didn't realize that we haven't watched it precisely because I don't feel very comfortable turning it on when he is here, due to his negative comments about it.

Yesterday, he scoffed at the show again, calling it "psycho-babble". He says that time-outs may work for about half of children, but not the others, and that it wouldn't be so bad if shows like this at least admitted this fact instead of pretending that time-outs work on all children.

Things like that get under my skin. It's a conservative versus liberal thought-pattern thing, and it feels like an attack on me for being liberal as opposed to being conservative like him.

I don't totally disagree with him. It is possible that time-outs won't work in a good way for all children. It makes sense that a single method would not work for everyone, because people differ a lot. But having him use words like "touchy-feely" and "psychobabble" irritates me a lot.

I'm not even totally against physical discipline such as spanking. Perhaps spanking works best for some children; I don't know. It probably depends on the child's personality, as well as how it is implemented - how forceful and how often, and for what kinds of infractions. From people's own accounts of how physical discipline affected them, I know that it can emotionally scar some people, while other people feel it was necessary for them to to grow into the well-mannered and successful adults they are now. Perhaps the difference is due to the physical discipline not having been done correctly in some cases, assuming there is some "correct" way that would work in all cases. Likewise, perhaps time-outs don't always work, due to them not being done correctly. Or perhaps the difference is due to whether or not the child feels accepted and loved for who they are during the time when they are not being disciplined.

So anyway, today I was reading this article, What Makes Time-Out Work (and Fail)?.

One of the points made by the article is that in order for time-outs to work, the rest of the time (the time-ins) must be a rewarding and positive experience for children:

A child’s daily environment must be pleasant and full of positive attention from caregivers if time-out is going to work. In short, if a child spends most of his day being bored, ignored, belittled, and yelled at, going to time-out might not seem that much different and consequently will not change his behavior. In fact, many children will misbehave on purpose, even during time-out, just to get some kind of attention, resulting in their parent’s faulty thinking that even more severe discipline strategies are needed.

So basically, when rearing a child, you have to spend a lot of time at it.

I don't want any children. If forced to take care of a child, I'd want to spend as little time at it as possible. I'd be looking for quick simple solutions, ways of getting the child to behave and not cause me grief, and hoping to be able to ignore them most of the time. But there aren't any quick and simple solutions.

It's similar with the puppy. She's a cute puppy, and she deserves love and affection and a caregiver's time. But I don't really want to have to spend any time on her. I feel sorry for her when she's outside or in the garage alone while I'm in the house doing other things, but neither do I want to spend hours playing with her, cleaning up after her, and training her. When thinking about giving her away, my main concern is that she ends up in a good home where she will be happy and well-taken care of, and that she won't feel sad that I've abandoned her. I don't feel sad in thinking that I'll no longer have her around.

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:22:29 GMT

I'm not going to tell you what I want or need, for you did not care. Your lack of concern injured me. Your lack of understanding, and everyone's lack of understanding; everyone's dissimilarity from me, jaded me. You do not care, and no one cares. I will keep it hidden deep inside me where it is even hard for myself to find or remember it.

You mistook a need for a want. So I decided that you were right, it wasn't a need, for I need nothing. And there's no point in wanting something that doesn't exist.

It's funny how reading a 3-year old temporary chat log file can still make me cry. And that is why I still haven't deleted the file.

Google Oracle

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:57:18 GMT

I was playing with Google's auto-complete feature.
Some of the results are amusing.
Some are a poignant commentary on human life.

I wonder how Google's algorithm works, for determining which phrases to show - how often a phrase must be searched on, and from how many different IP addresses, until it is shown in the auto-complete list. I suspect that once an unusual one makes it into the list, its popularity then remains high due to people clicking on it out of curiosity.

Out of curiosity, I searched on "how do I kill my..." and interestingly, "myself" is not included in the list, although various other words are. Google must have special logic to hide that particular phrase from the list, even though you can search on it and get results.

Vista fail

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:01:33 GMT

I wanted to copy over my files from my old desktop computer to my (relatively) new laptop, so that I can start using the laptop as my main computer. The desktop is running XP; the laptop Vista. I shared a folder that I wanted to copy on the XP machine. I connected to that folder from the laptop. I started copying files.... most files copied fine, but a few of them caused an odd popup error "Destination Folder Access Denied". I can't tell what is different about those files. It's not their extension; other files with the same extension copied ok. Tried copying them from a command prompt; still got an Access Denied error. Tried copying them to a different shared folder on the desktop - then I am able to copy them to the laptop without getting the error. Makes no sense. Did a web-search, and found that other people have had the same problem, but there's no clear or simple explanation or solution.

So. I've decided to do the free upgrade to Win 7 on the laptop, before trying to copy any more files. Sayonara, Vista. Hopefully Windows 7 is better.

Fagor "Splendid" Pressure Cooker valve reassembly

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:44:49 GMT

The first time I used my new pressure cooker, while trying to wash it like the instructions said, the pressure valve came apart. It was difficult figuring out how to put it back together, so I wrote down notes on how to do it. I'm posting this here in case anyone else has the same problem and does a search.

Fagor "Splendid" Pressure Cooker

If the valve/dial piece comes apart, it reassembles like this:
the grey piece goes over the black stem, with the flat side towards the bottom, and the small and large black tabs at the top aligned into the small and large slots of the grey piece

and then the spring goes over the black stem, inside the grey piece, with the tighter end of the spring towards the bottom, and the end of the spring gets pushed up over the 4 small black tabs sticking out on the bottom of the black stem.

Once the valve is reassembled, it can be placed back into the pressure cooker's lid by aligning the grey slot in the valve with the black tab in the lid's opening, pushing it in and turning it.

In the above, "bottom" refers to the side which is on the bottom when the valve is correctly placed in the pressure cooker's lid, and with the lid on the pot in cooking position.

random lj link

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:28:03 GMT

It looks like LiveJournal has managed to get rid of most of the spam and fake LJ accounts. I've clicked on the Random Journal link bunches of times this evening, and all the pages I've gotten, unlike the last time I tried it, have been real journals. Many of them are in Russian, but at least they are real. This one has some neat photos. Apparently they have zombie-philes in Russia too.

poor critters

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:17:35 GMT

I was taking the puppy out for a short walk, and heard a loud meowing from down the street. It's a fluffy black kitten, sitting by one of the trees in the median. Poor thing. But I've learned my lesson. No more rescuing poor little critters. Especially not when they aren't even wailing at me from within my own yard.

Hmm. And at least the puppy might scare this one away from the notion of wandering into my yard.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:26:48 GMT

*** *** dog. I swear he turns into a demon. She does, I mean. I was just trying to put him to sleep. Now I've got 3 holes in my shirt I need to sew.

randomness

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:39:30 GMT

After/while getting over my anger/crying fit yesterday from having had the puppy disrespect me, I stayed up late recaulking part of my tub, and ironing all the wrinkled clothes that had accumulated in my closet over the past few months. Went to bed at 3:40am. Was woken up by a phone call from Forestfen, at 1pm today. I haven't managed to sleep so well after going to bed so late, in a looooong time. If the phone hadn't rung, I might have even slept longer. Then I had to get up in order to let the puppy out of the garage. I felt groggy for quite a while.

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Doing a puzzle, I didn't recognize that "loll" was a real word. I've become so familiar with the term "LOL", that it has overlaid my familiarity with the word "loll", even though in the beginning, the term "LOL" invoked associations in my mind with "loll" (reading and pronouncing LOL as "loll" in my head invoked mental images of tongues hanging out of mouths and of people idling/lollygagging around, as opposed to laughing).

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I bought a fancy shirt and pair of pants at JC Penney because they appealed to me, even though I realized that they were too impractical to wear anywhere. The pants are a black shiny, silky, clingy polyester material, with cargo-pants-style side pockets, glittery crystal buttons, a golden chain belt, and leg-cuffs that tie up around the ankles with cords. The shirt is also black, made out of 2 thin shear fabrics and with small front pockets. Wearing a black sports-bra, one can see the shape of the bra through the thin fabric. The pants and shirt make me feel sexy. But I'm not in the habit of going anywhere where it would be appropriate to wear clothing like that. And even if I were, I'd worry about being cold there, if I did wear them. I need to sew some elastic into the pants' waistband. It's size 5 (!). All the sizes, even down to size 2 (!!!) were too wide on my hips, but I chose the size 5 because the others were too tight on my legs. Women's pants styles seem so weird to me. For other type pants, I usually need a size 8 at least for them not to be too tight on my waist. But with the kind which are supposed to ride low on the hips, the waist is always way too large for me, and the legs way too skinny. And the pockets!; most women's pants if they have any pockets at all have *tiny* pockets!

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I am going to start looking up at the sky or ceiling whenever Zorro bites on my feet or pants-legs. That's supposed to discourage puppies, since they want your attention and to play. It was working when I tried it earlier today. But then she got hold of the cord from my jacket and kept pulling on it, until I worried it was going to break and rescued it. Seriously... she already tore a big hole in a pair of Q's good trousers, and tore a small hole in my pajama pants, and tore the end off one of my shoelaces. I've been trying not to wear my good clothes and shoes much lately, because I worry that she'll ruin them.

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Oh! And I found a connection where I wasn't expecting it, while surfing/browsing friends' profiles and pages. Darkoshi (SC, USA) is friends with goliath20031977 (SC, USA) who is friends with carreanne_s_c (Michigan, USA), on one of whose journal entries sttatus_quo (Dallas, USA) commented (and I thought, ::my, that user-name looks familiar::), who is friends with andrewducker (Scotland), who is friends with Darkoshi.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:16:22 GMT

And I don't know why I donate money to that stupid pet shelter when the past 3 times we've found a lost or abandoned pet, they wouldn't take it. They pretend they'll take it, but they don't.

Someone from work said she knows someone who is interested in the puppy, as they recently got a different puppy and would like to have a playmate for it. They didn't call me yesterday though. I hope they do. I hope it works out.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:12:56 GMT

You know why I don't like dogs and pets and kids, besides the fact that they are loud and hyper and make messes? Because they don't respect me. They don't like me. They hate me. Even a stupid little puppy just wants to bite me and tear up my clothing and it doesn't matter if I talk calmly or in a low voice or exclaim loudly, or put it in the chill position, he or she or it just keeps doing it and makes me feel like a horrible person because my only recourse is to yell or become violent and keep throwing him away from me until I hurt him which is not an option, or to lock him up or chain him up and ignore him or her. I should start biting him back is what I should do, if only I could do it without her biting me in the face.