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You really haven't lived until you've participated in a conversation involving two dogs, a waterfountain and two humans. Especially when that conversation is in perfect classical french and involves the phrase "I would lick cheese from the back of that duck, snickering at the Yorkie that prances past and baiting a Chinese Crested over her "so nineteen EIGHTIES" hairdo.

Unleashed and loving it or what?

I've been intending to find a new charity to volunteer with.... There's just so many, I don't know where to start. Does anyone have any suggestions, perhaps?

My dogs seemed to have worked out some sort of circus act, involving tumbling, pyramids, and a musical number.

If you need me, I'll be drinking in the basement, with the door locked.

How exhilarating that was! I've never been to the dog park before, but I do believe I'll have to make it a point to take Camille more often. Especially with the weather as lovely as it's been.

1. Dirt and worms and mud are YUMMY and it is fun to eat them. As many times as possible.
2. Yorkies are something to be terrified of. So are Chihuahuas. And apparently that little Corgi mix.
3. Don't wear white shoes if you don't want them totally ruined.
4. It is apparently acceptable to pull your human into the cars that your doggie friends arrive in so that you can greet them right away.
5. Humans always should bring treats for EVERYBODY. Because you and your friends can tell when they don't have enough and it makes everybody cry.
6. The fountain isn't JUST for dogs to run in. Pull your human too.
7. The crazy lady with the diaper bag full of doggie items really IS as insane as your human said. Her talk about "Benjamin's meat and gluten allergies" proved THAT.
8. Collars are stupid and to be slipped out of at all costs.
9. It's much more fun to chase your friends than anything else.
10. Playing hard makes it so much more worth your nap in the car on the way back home.

...So Monte (Montagnard and if you get that, we should hang) and I are getting along pretty well then, everything considered. The first couple of nights trying to sleep with him in my face took getting used to, cause he takes up A LOT of room. Like a hundred twenty five pounds worth and growing lot of room, and he is gonna have to sleep on his own bed when I have people over, but he's quite the good boy for being so big and I haven't had a lot of trouble managing yet. Even so, I'm gonna have to get him to a class before too long I think. I don't want him getting bad habits and just ruining everything we've managed so far, but at least we're starting out strong, right?

I've really put off this for too long, haven't I? Everyone's always talking about this network, and I hate being out of the loop.

Jay Gatsby, and it's a genuine pleasure.

Girls, we need to discuss what's been going on around here. You know what I'm talking about, right? Because the last photo shoot I did was completely ruined when my dress turned into a banana suit.

The thing that sucks about suddenly losing your job, right after you'd given notice that you're starting something better is that the next night, you're still finding yourself doing work hours, even though they're completely fucking insane.

Okay, so back up a little? Last night I go to hand in my notice. Mark, the guy on doors was actually kind of glad about it. Hates how I keep charging comp drinks to his tab, but everybody else was mourning for me, dammit. Mourning and they'd started planning my goodbye party, and which of the patrons we were going to invite when, not two hours later, we get a knock at the back door.

The health inspectors came again, and THIS time, the first one under the new name with new paperwork drawn up and every step taken to avoid leaving a papertrail, they shut us down for kitchen violations, bathroom violations, safety hazards on the floor...

Not that this isn't a thing that happens every six months ago at the old Drunk Tank, and not that I wasn't already heading for much greener, saner, pastures, but it was still kind of a bitch, and I don't think I get my party now.


Sometimes you just get the urge to punch stuff, which, on my way out, I definitely did. Hole through the bar they're gonna have fun replacing. At least I liked THAT part of it.

Yeah, Joly, I used those bathrooms and I ate that food. You can start running now. I totally will understand.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhmygosh, it's just a little ridiculous that anyone expects you to get up at seven a.m. for a photoshoot. I mean, come on! Who does that?

I mean, other than this photographer.

I think that we can all say that last night went about as well as any of us who know better expected, and that I owe several people apologies for some of the things I said and did last night, and into this morning. I'll save those for when my head is not pounding with the force of a herd of... Courfeyrac, presumably you know what type of dinosaur pounds around in herds so I can use this metaphor properly? The force of a herd of something at any rate. Those apologies will be forthcoming when I can make myself properly ashamed enough to care.

At the moment though, I would really like to learn who is responsible for (Insert image file of his waistcoat here) this Thing being on my person when I woke. Just who in their right mind comes up with it. I do not intend to wear it. Ever.

( ((OOC: Some images of the waistcoat)) )

My agent sent me a link to this network and I just had to sign up! It looks like a lot of fun and I'll be able to interface directly with people who watch the show.

Oh! Duh. My name is Marie Antoinette. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm looking forward to making some new connections here.

Today is so not the day to be posting FRENCH lyrics, I know, I completely know, but I apparently retained weird shit from high school, mostly THIS little number and got the weirdest fucking urge to go ahead and share with you people once again. What can I say, my grandfather would be happy anyway.

Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates à la lanterne!
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates on les pendra!
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It’s indecent, I believe, that a man... (Or any person for that matter!) would think it appropriate to make such forward advances on a woman they have only just met. I do not care if they believe they know me from what the tabloids have said. They can politely put it back in their pants and continue on their way until they’re ready to hold a civilized conversation with me.

I suppose I shouldn't have expected more from St. Patrick's Day, but at least I can vent my frustrations here.