My dog is so old. I'm pretty sure he's twelve or something.
And APPARENTLY old age comes thROWIN UP EVER GIVE MINUTES.
It's gross and makes me gag but he can't help it. Anyway, my parents aren't home right now and he just threw up everywhere. (I already cleaned it up here's a little story of how fucking pathetic I am.)
Now, I'm sitting in the window, listening to music and feeling like a badass because I stole the windowsill from my cat. I suddenly hear gagging and shit so I run upstairs knowing what I want to do. I put Vince (my dog) outside and clean this shit up for 10 minutes because it's everywhere. When I'm done, I wash my hands and just think to myself:
"I feel like Max right now with the platypus egg." I PROCEED TO SAY TO MYSELF, "Fuckin' waste of a Saturday." Because I'm a nerd and that's not funny.
I'm sorry. I'm just angry because my soup-eating session was interrupted.
