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I really like my dog. Love my dog. He is so cute and he follows me around and eats all the food I "accidently" drop on the floor. I want to bring him back to Santa Barbara, but I don't think they'll let him come on the train. I'll tell my landlord that the deposit money Eli never got back is for my dog to be able to live with me. I'm a genius. 

Now I am waiting waiting waiting for MihMih to come visit me in the real OC so we can get teed and practice shot pong for Friday. Not that we need it, but we need to pwn Topher. Especially since the shit talking has already begun. 

I miss the rain.

My right leg has shrunk due to lack of use. And it's noticeable. By the time I get this off I'll have a lolocaust survivor leg and half normal me leg. Yes, I realize that was inappropriate. I don't need a lecture...but in all seriousness, what's a lolocaust? 

I'm going to go play with my dog and wait outside for my brother to get home and for mihmih to come and get teed with me. I'll take a picture or something. I want to go back to San Diego too, that was fun. The little company I shot for made an ad out of one of my pictures (: and apparently there are more to come. So maybe this whole "action sports photographer" that I want to be really is possible. Maybe. All I have to do is continue being cute and taking xanax, and we good...