The female and I have been on an essential oil binge. Some are better than others. Some are better than fuck. Frankincense and myrrh are really, really, really good. I can see why Santa Clause or whatever was into them.
The dogs keep getting out. It's a big problem. The other day, they were crying like they had to go poop. It was 1 o' clock in the morning. But I let them out, because everything deserves to poop at any and all times. But they immediately got out and caused a ruckus in the neighborhood. I tapped a bottle of lemongrass oil on the nose of the first one to come home. He really hated it. He didn't cry or bark or anything. Perhaps he hated it too much to cry or bark, but I assumed it was because he wasn't going to narc. Not because of any ideological reason, but because I was sitting right there and he figured that I might kill him. Because he was like, "yeah, fuck you," when he got home. Yeah, FUCK ME?! Well, anyway, so like then I accidentally sprayed lens cleaner all over myself the next day. That's, uh...
The other dog is gay. He engages in homosexual activities with the other gay dogs in the neighborhood. That's why he has to get out. So, I guess I can kinda understand. But some dickhead is going to shoot them, one day. Understandably. I mean, they're out barking like a couple of idiots at two in the morning. I want to use the lemon grass on the gay dog. I never did use it on him. And it's all his fault; the other one never got out of the yard until he showed up. But I'm afraid of what's going to happen to me. I mean, one day it's lens cleaner, the next day... oh hey, look.
