Well, it has been a week since I've written anything on here. Not much has really been going on the past week, so thats probably why I haven't posted anything.
Today I caught myself talking to the family dog, Murphy. And it got me wondering: is it really normally, from a psychological standpoint, for a person to talk to their dog. Yes, like some people, I do have regular conversations with myself, but thats only because people don't care for the topics that I'm interested in. They always try to steer clear from topics of why cottage cheese isn't as curdy as it once was, how M&M's no longer have the brown color in a regular snack package, that pet food companies don't make mouse flavored cat food, or how much loose change the average American loses in their lifetime (think about it).
Instead, people want to know "how classes are going?" or "how's work?" or "have you gotten rid of that Malibu yet?". I get bored with the same old conversations. If I really wanted to talk about the same old crap, I would wear a sign that says "I'm failing class, work is work, and no I don't plan to get rid of the Malibu until its paid off!" <--(only one of those is true)
But thats why there is Murphy. The poor lil guy that lays on the couch barks at the same two slutty neighborhood girls that walk by. One thing is for sure, he isn't shy!
Shout out to Bill K!
Thats it for me!
Bobby P.
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