The Only Cure

Well so far it seems like this week is gonna be as much of a butt as last week was, in fact, I’m going to go ahead and say it: 2012 SUCKS. Bring on the end of the world.

2012
My Body Is Ready

I’ve tried everything I can think of to get out of this funk but every day I feel crabbier and more miserable. Too crabby and miserable to blog, even. I have a bunch of real posts percolating in my brain, waiting to get typed up, but instead I’m going to post the only thing that I can: DOG PICTURES.

Popcorn Mooch
Side-Eye
Yawning
Profile

I was eating cheese popcorn the other night and Dougal was ON BOARD, like he REALLY wanted some. I don’t share people food with dogs though, so he was out of luck.

Under My Desk

Georgie has a faux-fur dog bed under my desk but Claire has been hogging it. Cats are no respecters of property ownership.

More NYE

Finally a picture of Georgie and I in better times, ie New Year’s Eve, before this turd of a year kicked in. God my hair was fantastic that night. WOULD THAT WE COULD GO BACK TO THOSE HALCYON DAYS.

9 Replies to “The Only Cure”

  1. Hang in there Tanie! No one wants to hear this but funks don’t last and you’re totally entitled to your funk. You work HARD and you put a lot of people, animals, and things before yourself. I hope it’s funking over itself soon because I don’t like reading about you being bummed out! I know we’re not communicating on LJ anymore but I’ve always read your blog and I really enjoy reading about your life. I think you’re rad and still incredibly creative.

    πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Sending some posi vibes your way!

    -T

    1. Thanks, it’s nice to hear that people like my blog. I know it’s a bummer to read about my bummerness, which is why I haven’t been posting much- even I don’t want to read about it!

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