headslap

So, I'm reading my BB draft, chugging along and thinking, "Ha, not bad!" when I get to a part where a giant chunk of it is MISSING!! And I don't know where it is or what happened. What the fuck happened? I have no idea what I did, or when. Life is exciting, my friends.

So, turns out tomorrow I'm helping BG decorate her new apartment. In, out, she is like the wind. This time, she's ten minutes away instead of an hour, so that's cool. I still got the dog, though. Weird little animal. Saaaaaay...maybe THE DOG did it!! Maybe he snuck in and edited my story when I was asleep...don't laugh, it's a Fam thing. This dog has a very active life when we're not around. Stealing our car keys and disguising himself as a very short, very hairy little guy, who for some reason speaks with a lisp. He hits up the local bars, but he prefers the coffee houses. He loves poetry night. He wears a beanie and big, horn-rimmed glasses, but the lenses are just plain glass. Yeah, he's kind of a hipster.

I'm rambling, aren't I?