today.

Today the neighbors dog got fleas.  This wouldn’t seem like an issue that would affect me, however, I have this extreme fear of flea transfer.  As in … every time he walked over here i wanted to use a flea comb on him and make sure the little fuckers weren’t leaping off into our living room.  i know… dramatic. 
he also asked if he could use an iron today.  and i had to get out the craft project iron.  its the only one we have.  and if were lucky.. might be two inches long.  it looks like a plastic toy a kid would use when playing house.  there is no on and off button.  there is only plugged in. and not plugged in.  needless to say he made fun of it for twenty minutes while i stared at his potentially flea ridden body.

rooms had a match.com date tonight.  its actually pretty impressive she’s willing to take a chance and go on them.  i have way too vivid of an imagination. before i even got to the date i’d be thinking that whoever i was going to see had some sort of demonic plan for my demise.  and they’d have weird ways to do me in too.  make me eat too many red hots.  or dye me purple and let a huge person mistake me for a blueberry. i’m not so sure i’m someone that could function well with internet dating. i reveal way too much of myself straight out of the gate.  the boy and i have really only lasted this long because we can’t find anyone else that makes us laugh so hard we cry.  i’m not sure most men would appreciate my horrible made up lullaby rhymes or tendency to dance like someone from the 50’s.

hopefully rooms does meet an amazing guy though.  that doesn’t have weird habits we have to overlook.  i hate when people have those weird things that drive you crazy but are nice to look at so you pretend that annoying habit isn’t actually “that” bad.  lets hope for the best.  worse come to worst… just don’t let him be a juggler.