I was so nervous about the Packer/Cowboy game tonite. geesh. You would have thought it was for the championship or something. And while I was quite sad about our loss, it wasn’t too bad, all things considered. Onward, right?
So afterwards, I scrolled down my DVR list, and decided to take a look at the HBO special about Ingid Newkirk & PETA that I had taped. I don’t know why I even bothered, since they inevitably show undercover videos of the conditions in certain institutions. The cruel and absolutely disgusting, vile videos that show one horrid act after another of the abuse of an animal. After one of the videos began, I closed my eyes and couldn’t press the cancel and delete button fast enough. It was awful. I should have known.
On a lighter note, I got a new head! A mannequin head. You know that I have that head on the porch, remember? The one that the dogs wouldn’t let in the house? Then of course I have the body/torso chica here in my office as well, yes?
Well this lovely lady is old-er. Pretty face, a rather long, alien neck, but I love her.
Alrighty, th———OH, yes, I’m not smoking. It’s not a piece o’ cake, but I’m doin’ it. Chewing a lot of straws, but no ciggies. yay.