Remember how I mentioned MONTHS ago that I'd start blogging regularly about all the stuff I have and then promptly stopped blogging entirely? Well this is my way-too-early-in-the-morning attempt to remedy that. Or possibly I've been drinking and all that follows will be the typing equivalent of staggering and occasional drool.
Either way, good times.
And so...
This is Snoopy. He's been with me for a very long time- I'd say at least 35 years, give or take an embarrassingly-telling year. My older brother Aaron tried to keep him from me after I attempted to use my water colors to kinda tart him up a bit. Told me that Snoopy was a boy and didn't wear makeup. Much crying ensued.
I was the one crying, me, not Aaron. The unfeeling Snoopy stealing bastard.
He usually hangs out next to my bed on my nightstand (again, not Aaron- that would be weird. And creepy.) unless I'm feeling particularly lonely or sad and then he might spend some time cuddling in bed with me. The cheeky bitch.
I'm sure there's more to be said but like I mentioned it's late/early and I'm tired (and there's always that possibility that I've been drinking- always keep people guessing) and I'm pretty sure anything else that I come up with will be outlandish just to brighten up this blog- say a story about how how I've had to smuggle him across international borders firmly ensconced in my anal cavity or maybe something equally ridiculous about how he whispers dark secrets to me at night, words that smell like blood and fear, that reach into my heart and pull out the black pictures of dea- but like I said, I'm tired.
Heh.
