THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON.

Entry 11.

Yes I realize all this setup of the order of these entries is bass-ackwards and scattered but it was due to either laziness or just plain bein' ornery. Now if I say I'm ornery that's okay but if someone else says it I tend to raise an eyebrow at them and look a little upset. That's because I am. I didn't say you were ornery so don't say it about me.

Let's all try to be harmoniously balanced with everything in our entire environment. Think you can? Go ahead, give it a whirl! You'll be a saint like Bernadette and the foundation under your floors will never decay. You'll never have to have Crawl Space Doctor come over and tell you there's not much they can do and that you'll have to redo the entire floor and that it's gonna cost you however much. This will never happen to you if you are in harmonious love energy with EVERY SINGLE ATOM AND MOLECULE AND QUARK IN YOUR ENTIRE ENVIRONMENT, ALL THE TIME.

Go ahead. See if you can do it.

Tinky is licking her cage today which means there is a huge pool of saliva I've got to wipe up before she comes out of her crate and tracks it all over the mud room. Why I worry, I don't know. That's why they call it the mud room, ma'm'selle. It's because of the rain, she uses every bit of energy she has to be "special" during rain storms, even the ones without any thunder. She's heard that buzzword "storm-sensitive" and she thinks she can get my attention away from the other dogs by acting it out. She would love it if I would just dump all the other dogs in the trash and focus on only just her. But I told her I can't do that and besides, I wouldn't ever do it. I just wouldn't and she's got to learn to live in a world with other dogs and stop being so goddamn narcissistic.

That's just all there is to it.

Speaking of which, this may or may not have anything to do with any of that but I was in Asheville once wearing my Ganesh shirt and some little bearded pseudo-intellectual came up to me, white guy with dishwater-blond hair and wire-rimmed glasses, and told me I was going to hell. Because of the "false idol" on my t-shirt.

People are always doing this. Why can't they keep their shitty opinions to themselves on that subject? Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and they all stink. Why do some people not GET this? What is MISSING in their makeup? Well anyway I don't usually get up in people's faces but this time something seized me right up from the center of the planet and I hurled back, Jesus loves EVERYBODY in this whole world, and what do YOU know about it anyway? Are you just so full of knowing about how everything is and isn't, that your little self-satisfaction from your baseless mirage of nikhedonia leads you to think you can judge me? I'm so happy and proud for your little smacky pile of self-proclaimed superiority! By the way, Jesus told you not to judge and what about God, how can you say you love God whom you have not seen and then say you do not love your neighbor whom you have seen? Go back to your own private hell that you love to give power to the Devil with, since you love him so much that you love to focus on hell and make it larger all up in there and make more of it by saying the ill will that you do to people, you dishwater-blond pseudo-intellectual starving-for-attention cage-licking Thundershirt-wearing dipshit!!!! I'll tell you who you are in half a heartbeat if you ever come across my path again!!!! And why you crossed it this first time I don't even know, here I was having a wonderful vacation in Asheville where everybody was nice except for you! I guess there's a turd in every punch bowl and my aim in life is to turn 'em all to gold, so thanks for this opportunity, you wad of blathering semi-human unconsciousness!!!!

Yes I'll tell them who they are without hesitation when that force from Middle Earth comes up through me like lightning like that, like it did then. I'm not sure what I exactly said to the little stinky twit but it was something along those lines and he backed off and my husband hurried me away. Luckily we were out on the street; had we been in a store, I'm sure security would have escorted me out. Thank god for some small miracles, right?

Meanwhile, Princess Kitty wants to get up in my lap and it's a surprise, too, that I actually have time to let her do this without somebody else whining for something, so we sit and I have my coffee with her for a few minutes while I ponder all this glittering garbage that's constantly churning out of my head space/linguistic formation workshop in my brain. She is full of Princess Kitty Resentfulness lately as she can't sleep in the bed with me anymore due to the fact that I don't sleep on the bed, I sleep on the couch so that Sophie the dog can sleep there with me and Princess Kitty won't sleep with Sophie as she just has not allowed herself the opportunity to do that yet. She hisses at the newer dogs still, even though they really don't mean her any harm. I suppose Sophie plays a little rough, she knocked my hip out of joint anyway.

It's better now. I am now fully harmonious with everything in my total environment, forever and ever amen, and I've stopped judging people. Really, I have. It's so much better that way. Jesus was right about not judging. It actually works pretty well.