Tuesday, August 18, 2009


I need to stop classifying everything, everyone, in my life as win or lose. Sometimes-usually, I guess-it's neither.

Wotan pooped one of my roomate's beds.

Less than two weeks until I see my closest friends, turn 21.


Jason Schumacher said...

I'm really not sure, and I am really even less wanting to provoke a fight, but I am leaning towards the aforementioned scenario being a very definitive positive, all said and done.

Erin said...

Hahaha.... Oh yea, if I had been there at the time, I would have slipped Wotan some of those treats that he seems to enjoy but give him nasty fish-ass farts. He's definately litterbox trained-the only time he's gone outside of the box was once the first night when he pooped in the bag of litter. I'm sure it's just because he was shut in.