stumbling my way through a digital life
buster will eat almost anything you may accidentally drop in his direction. however, last night i learned that when given a pretzel, he will proceed to spit it out w/o taking a bite and will refuse to go anywhere near it. when i tried to force the issue, he literally ran away and hid.
this makes me wonder what the hell they are putting in pretzels that makes someone as notorious as buster run away in fear. any ideas?
last night i dreamt that my sister and i were in a band with a bunch of people from grade school. at some point we decided to put on a show for our neighborhood and when we took the stage, i realized that i hadnt even practiced and had no idea what song we were playing. to make matters worse my bass guitar had been replaced by a guitar hero controller. the music started and it became obvious that we were supposed to be playing ‘bohemian rhapsody’. when it came time to play the bass line, i just started pushing all the colored-guitar-hero buttons and to my surprise…i was rawking the greatest bass line of all time.
i’ve been walking around all day feeling like a rock star.
also, today i realized that it’s impossible to do sit-ups in the same room as buster.
i really should just start a buster-only blog. onelonelybuster.com?
it’s slowly beginning to feel like autumn in SoCal and i decided that buster needed a sweatshirt. from the pictures i took i can’t decide if he a.) loves it or b.) feels like a total homo in it. either way it’s blog material for me and i’m the pack leader.
click on the images for the supersized version.
oh and yes that is/was my bedspread.
When I came home for lunch today buster was waiting for me…with fuzz in his mouth. My bedspread uses this fuzz as a filler. Buster loves my bedspread.
i’ll let you fill in the other details for yourself.
are you kidding me?
no one commented on this picture of buster?
have a heart of stone much?
Update: ok yesisaworld commented on the buster pic and now we’re both happy.
i think that buster’s ass is in-store for a world of hurt, because while i was eating my eggplant/tofu dinner he decided to be all-macgyver-like and steal one of the packets of hot-fuck-sauce from my take-out bag.no matter how much i reasoned with him, he was intent on playing w/ the foil pack of FIRE.
so now my mouth is still burning with the heat of a million suns and i figure that in about 3-4hrs buster’s ass will be shooting flames.
this has been your buster-butt-update. good night.
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