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oh sweet irony-(doggy makes five)

2005-01-11 / 2:12 p.m.
wow, i can't believe it, i've kept a fucking journal on a regular basis for one whole year. funny how the internet will motivate you. never been able to do that before.

vin and i got a dog. her name is "lady mutt the hoople" after the 70's rockers Mott The Hoople. cute, huh? she's mostly coonhound, and very energetic. clairisse and maury were both equally pissed off at the new doggy arrival. maury has been able to hold his own in his garage, but clairisse has been antagonizing lady in the house. she'll strut across the living room as if to say "look at me, look at me, come bite me so you'll get into big trouble. ppppthhhh!" lady is just fascinated with them both, she wants to play with them, not eat them. we discourage the playing because she doesn't realize her own strength and would probably accidentally kill one of them. sooooo, doggy makes five. oh what a party it is!

i don't understand how people continue to celebrate elvis's birthday when the fucker has been dead for 27 years. he doesn't have a birthday anymore because he's DEAD!
DEAD! the deejay praddled on about "what would he sing like today at 70 years of age?" DUDE, HE CAN'T SING BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING DEAD! i saw 'shaun of the dead' a couple days ago, and i didn't hear any zombies singing. i would imagine if zombies could sing, they would sound horrible, like bruce springsteen, dave matthews, or alanis morisette.

but i know someone who is dead and not having a birthday....andy. vin and i did the kaddish back in december when we went up north to visit denny. andy has been dead for 11 years now. there will be no more birthdays for him, and i won't wonder what he'll sound like when he sings at 70, because he's dead--just like elvis.

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