Met Ol for turkish after work yesterday. We have a proper dingy looking, amazing food one 10 min from home and we decided to go for some mixed grill and dips. Dog free dinner just the 2 of us. Woop woop.
Ol true to his artistic self tried to take some ‘weird youghurt drink leaving traces on the glass’ photos. Went so so. I nailed a good one of him doing it though. Still planning to be rich on this shit one day.
Wool then showed us how cute he can be when he wants too (look mum, he IS cute). I think he is begging for my pumpkin seeds here. He knows how to play it that one.
‘Get out of my space monkey breath, me and hat man are having some lone time’.
Morning view. Life could be worse than this. Tomorrow we are taking Wool to Rye to hang with Ols family but first im going out with work for some drinks tonight. Will try and not be too hanging tomorrow…
Today’s tune: Tegan And Sara – Everything Is AWESOME!!! (feat. The Lonely Island)
After having Wool for more than 4 weeks we’ve definitely gotten to know his personality. He is smart, cuddly, sweet and pretty sensitive. He is also a little thief, cunning when he wants something and completely obsessed with sleeping at our feet. Like most dogs in other words.
Here is a pretty hilarious dog blog about another dog with a ‘strong’ personality.
I can see the text when Wool threw up on Miranda’s feet:
‘Greeting poo slaves, taking care of the house’
‘I know, just put ham lady in her place by marking my territory’
‘Yeah, I puked on her feet to show her who’s boss’
‘You did WHAT?’
… the weather this morning. Wool and me were a sorry crew running around Ravenscourt. It was wet and mingy and no other dogs were out.
The joys of having a dog.
This weekend we are heading to Rye and it looks like there will be quite a lot of rain. Wondering if Wool will be as happy as I would if we just sit inside and eat scones? I would even let him have a taste. As long as I don’t have to run around the beach in the rain.
Kix is having a somewhat slow day. When you are doing important things like taking care of peoples mental health this is your down time.
My perfect matches when Im hanging and bloated…Hello Andy Warhol and weird arabian man.
When drunk i go all Tyra Banks on your asses.
Kix on the other hand goes for the more dead, black and white ugly writer look.
Or why not dead, black and white, ugly MAN writer….
Came home from work dead tired last night and met Ol and Miranda talking about her being on Tinder. It was an interesting lesson in how to click ‘no’ on most guys. I saw a lot of cute ones but hey, I have the best one so no need for that (even if I would love to sit and click through it, its like a game. Especially judging the profile pics – whats up with men with dolphins/tigers/cats/machine guns)
The modern generation. On their phones and tablets and the poor doggy sleeping in the middle.
Wool slept on my neck and I read Donna Tartts ‘The Goldfinch’. Very good so far. Cant stop reading.
This morning had to get up early since Ol is retouching and I had to take Wool out before work. We went to Ravenscourt and Wool tried some of his super power moves. here trying to reach a squirrel. 2 seconds later he found a hole in the fence and off he went. I had to scramble through trying to catch him. Went so so. I won in the end.
Since the weather was gorgeous i decided to walk in to work as well. Look at this.
Planning for Burning Man with Filippa, Erik, Dani and Gundula in August…
… so much stuff to think off and man does it cost money. We want to go down the RV route and if you want to rent it from Reno its £1000 PER PERSON. Money well spent. So we are currently looking at driving from Las Vegas or San Fransisco.
I really, really want to dance in the desert with crazy robot spiders all around me but I also want to have all of this fixed and preferable someone who pays for me.
Oh well, Im hoping someone will come back to me and offer the best RV, fully fitted with everything, asap. Then I can just focus on my dancing and what mental clothes to wear in the desert.
Ol and me went to see Book of Mormon yesterday. It was the campest, gayest most amazing thing I have ever seen. Completely crazy. How else to describe something where the Afrikans sings about their aids and the Mormons decides that fucking frogs is how you get free from the disease.
I laughed, and smiled, and laughed some more and even Oliver looked like he was enjoying himself.
I must have collected loads of relationship points for Ol to finally take me to a musical after having proclaimed on the first time we met ‘that I could never date a girl who likes musicals’. Love Im telling you.
Definitely worth seeing for anyone loving a great, musical, crazy number of joy.
Oliver wore a shirt for date night.
I was so overly excited i twisted my ankle on the way down the stairs at work (the left one is a bit fatter) and had to hobble around for the rest of the night. Having slept on it, it feels a bit better now. Win!
A taste of the awesomness: Josh Gad – Hasa Diga Eebowai