i do not cheat on people or things, usually

i mean, i'm not married and i don't have an official boyfriend so i can't cheat. i don't have anyone to cheat on. except for like, now. i feel like i've been cheating on my blog with twitter.com. please go check it out if you don't know what it is yet. it's like a blog except not quite. after a few weeks of use, i've decided that it's a lite blog that you post one-liners to from your phone via text (from anywhere) and it's awesome. you can talk to yourself in your text messages. how cool is that?

i'm in there via rachel fitzwater. my address is below. and fyi, there's nothing to "get". once you go to the site and read some stuff, you'll be all logical and question what the h you're looking at. but don't do it. it's literally nothing. you just talk to yourself while others read it from a far and instead of composing a blog post, you can just text one in from the old cellular telephone. do it, people. it's fun.

http://twitter.com/rachelfitzwater

i want to live in the tbs show 'my boys'. pretzels are good.

stuff and things

now that i'm feeling a little better, i would like to say a few words about max. he was one of the greatest animals that will ever walk the planet and he was my oldest friend. we were pals for 15 years. i'm about to turn 30 so our time together equates to half of my life. after i heard the news, i wasn't sure what to do so i pretty much did nothing. for hours. later that day, i hugged a box of his milkbones for 2 minutes because i still had them in my cabinet next to the cheerios and hugging that box made sense because obviously i could never hug him again. i miss him a lot. it's hard to lose your dog.

so thanks to the friends who left kind sympathy in my comments. for jeremy, i'm still debating whether or not to ban you from commenting here in honor of max. max would've given jeremy a kiss to get him to stop doing something he didn't like. i may ban him from commenting. we will see. i may change my mind and do what max would've done (and be nice, not actually kiss jeremy).

on to other matters. remember this one? well, it's been backfiring. i'm being passively stalked via text message and it's effed up. you see, he's kind of a d-bag. i told the kid i just wanted to be friends after he started being mentally young and an idiot. and also, he's bored/boring and alone in a new town so... you do the math. i generally get a text at the most inopportune of moments and it's generally inappropriate. i think it's because he's a d-bag. i tried to snap a picture of the one i received last night but my camera couldn't capture it in the way we needed for this medium. it's inappropriate and dumb because a) we never did it and b) we never talk. it goes like this (and i quote):

d-bag: wanna have sex later

me: ew. no