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[la_belle_laide]

On Saturday, I took the dogs out first thing in the morning like I always do, and I saw a bright red spot on Sano's tail. No one had to tell me what it was (it was actually a question on my pathology final,) but I got him to the vet that day anyway.

The surgery is tomorrow. The vet pretty much feels like just removing it will be the cure, so that's a good thing. They're also removing a lipoma that's getting big. The issue here is doing surgery on a dog with a clotting disease in the first place.

Good vibes, please.

And money.

Actually I'm sort of over asking the universe for things. It's silly. With that in mind:



Dear Good-looking men: Look, stop acting like I'm in your league when we both know I'm not. It's not cool; it doesn't make you "a nice guy." It's called "leading me on." Got it?

Dear Money: WTF, why do you hate me?

Dear Universe: Suck it.

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WTH is right

[(Anonymous)]

Regarding your "Dear Good-looking men" comment. Are you joking?

Kapunua, you are the hottest thing this side of a solar flare. Either you're joking or you're blind.

Sincerely,
Cloud (He who used to write you in Hawaiian).

p.s. And I'm sure your dream was spot on. Elvis would have married you, and I mean the young Elvis not the fat Elvis. :)

Re: WTH is right

[la-belle-laide.livejournal.com]

Gosh, thanks so much. I don't know what to say aside from the fact that it's very easy to look nice in photographs as opposed to real life. :) But you've always been very kind!

LOL, think I've been too old for Elvis for about twenty years. ;D