Seven in the morning and I still can’t sleep. Stuck watching kiddy cartoons and paid programming, isn’t the sunrise just fabulous?

I know what you’re thinking, ‘You’re up at six in the morning writing silly journals instead of drawing? What the hell is up with you lady?!’ Well at least the few that actually care ;]

Drawing for me lately, has been…how should I put it? Ah, yes…crappy. Though, I have a new motto now, 'Don’t be your own critic Kati girl, just shut up and draw.’ Is it working you ask? No, but I like to pretend it is :] I have all these ideas in my big ol’ brain, but something is disrupting the message being sent from my brain to my arm to my hand and the masterpiece isn’t coming out the way it should. I wonder if I have a message corrupting/arthritis in my arm and hand, oh my how horrible that would be o__o

Yippy for hypochondriacs!

Wow that’s a big ass word to be spelling at seven in the morning; actually, I misspelled it several times, but let’s just keep that between you me, shall we? Oh! I have story I could tell you…

Once upon a time a beautiful princess woke up with her trusty dog and decided that sleeping in till two in the after noon is enough sleep for her and that maybe, perhaps, her magnificent doggy probably has to take a gigantic poop. She skipped down the hall and opened the back door, watching her cutie pie prance off into the backyard. Shutting the door she turned to find her evil brother ranting about how the dog pooped in his room. The princess gasped and tutted the small child, “Impossible!” She claimed, “I just put her outside, she couldn’t have done it!” She followed the child to his room and saw the hideous mess on the floor, “What the bloody hell?!” She squeaked confused as ever. There by the door was a glob of…well she wasn’t sure what it was, but there were lots of things mixed in it and she couldn’t stare at it long enough to figure it out what, before gagging.

“See?!” Yelled the brother pointing at the mess, “I’m not going to pick it up, so let’s make mother do it.”

The princess’s eyes grew wide, “No, we mustn’t wake her to clean up this nasty mess…” She took a deep breath, “I’ll do it.” And with that she grabbed three plastic bags and tackled and cleaned the mess without getting a single scratch.

The conclusion to this story is...it was dog yark. The story behind that story is…I decided to wonder out in the kitchen and chat with my mom later that night; I looked over and saw my dog heaving. So, I pushed her on to the wood floor (carpets stain) and she yarked up what I had to clean up that morning. Totally disgusted I told my mother it was her turn and we argued about who should have to clean it up and in the end she lost, victory was mine!

I know, I know, you totally wanted to hear all about dog yark, it’s been your wildest fantasy ;]




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