LOCKED IN

Okay, so here i am, in Anniston, in my boyfriend (Billy)'s 3x5"2 apartment. I can't leave, because the dog can't stay here by herself, and it's too hot to even leave her in my car for a few minutes, so we've been spending a lot of time here, and we are

BORED.

<-------The dog. I love her.

She loves: fetch, romping, snargling, galumphing, sleeping, fetch, cheerios, fwumping, swimming, fetch, stairs, wiggling, tugging, mud puddles, pine cones, fetch
She does not love: having her teeth brushed, being left at home, baths, long long long car rides, bananas

So here are a few things I want to talk about:
1)schizophrenia
2)hotwheels
3)preschool

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1)Okay, so we have this 350 lb. schizophrenic lady neighbor who tried to destroy our patio furniture yesterday. I'm pretty sure that she thinks billy is doing something to her, because she keeps threatening to beat him up, and throwing dirt and food at our house. So this morning bill and i were leaving and she came outside and was like 'hey bitch (directed at billy), you better watch the fuck out because i'm gonna beat yo ass" or something equally intelligent and thought provoking, so i'm like, whoa, this lady is crazy and threw rotting food on my furniture. So we called the police. Then, later, while telling my mom about the whole thing, she's like "molly, if you are ever cornered by a paranoid schizophrenic you have to pretend to faint", and i was like, ok, now i know something new. I'm pretty sure she's afraid of my wup, but honestly, i'm a little afraid of her too.

2) So after the crazy lady encounter I took billy to work, wayyyyyyyyy out in Piedmont, like 40 minutes from here, and we saw 5 cars with those really ridiculously huge rims all painted up fancy, maybe with a big superman sticker on the back window or something. i don't think any of them actually had that, but a girl can dream. So, i was like "billy, why would a brotha do that to his car" and he said "because it says 'i have money'" but what it really says, I think, is "i like little boys", or maybe "my car looks like a huge toy, you should come get in with me and eat some candy, little boy".

3)While driving home from Piedmont i got an email on my iphone from this preschool in Boulder, CO saying that they wanted to give me an internship. so what do i do? i don't know what to do. i really really wanted to go to that stupid preschool, but then they were like, avoiding my phone calls and things like that so i figured that meant i was not accepted, right? so billy got this great job here and we finally decided to stay and i was okay with it, but now....
i don't know.

Anyways, here is a picture of billy sleeping on the sofa last night:

So i don't really have a good reason for this blog, it's just what i'm doing, okay? okay.

okay can also be spelled 'okeh' when you are using it as a noun, as in "give them the okeh".