curious.

i came home today to find a sticker attached to my door. on it was a picture of a very happy looking westie underneath a giant "BEWARE!" and next to the words "GUARD WESTIE ON DUTY".

"Well..."
"That's odd. It looks like you have an admirer," said Taylor.
"Hmm. I mean, it's true, I guess, I am sort of a guard westie," I said.
"I mean, it's cute!"
"No, it is, but it doesn't look fierce."
"Westies aren't fierce things," Taylor said. "Well, either someone's trying to tell you that you're cute, or they want you to turn into a fierce guard dog that sticks its tongue out all the time because it's so happy."

and, apparently, i hate having to bury hookers after i kill them (then again, who doesn't?).

my life is a sitcom.