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Bug Orgy

Bug, meet Vox.
Vox, meet Bug.
Bug

(also known as Bugawuga, Charlie, or That Little Shit)
is my darling baby Chihuahua that I cold heartedly abandoned when I moved to London.

She has it really tough at my parents house.
(Big yard to run around, and is regularly forced to play with our 2 other dogs. I know. I'm horrible.)

She has a wonky Paris Hilton eye, a floating patella that will need a $1400 surgery to correct, and occasionally requires that her butt glands be drained...

But other than that, she's really low maintenance.

She's forgiven me for leaving her with my ruthlessly strict parents
(my Mom insists that she sleep on her pillow every night)
and we've been cuddling and having mad photo sessions together since I've been back.

As you can see, she's pretty drained from playing The Sock Game this morning...

CupCate does London...all of it.

At this time tomorrow I'll be flying high, far far away from the ground, but closer and closer to the homeland!

But before I leave the Kingdom, I thought I'd give y'all a tour of London...in 3 minutes.

We filmed all of this on Sunday, and saw more of London's landmarks and touristy-type things in one day, than some Londoners ever see in their entire life. (And after walking around that much and having to bushwhack through the tourists, I can totally see why.)

Hope you enjoy! See some of you tomorrow! Catch ya later, my Vox loverlies...

All together now:

Caliiiiifffoooooorrrrniiiiiaaaaa!

Callliiiiiifffoooorrrrrrniiiiiiiiiiiaaaa!

Herrrrre weeee
cooooOOOOOOoooOOooommmme!!

 

'Absolut Misery' without you, my darling Vox!

Vox! There you are!

This is me, posting for the sake of letting everyone know that I haven't committed homicide, genocide, or any of the other scarier 'cide's ...

I've been playing grown-up and going into a real live office every morning, and sitting at a real live desk, and printing documents and highlighting things on Post-Its and sticking them on my monitor so I seem like I'm important and have things I need to remember.

I also do this thing where I'll let out an exaggerated sigh, pound down on the ENTER key multiple times, and mumble a few, "Oh for fuck sake"s under my breath so I sound like I have real adult office-y type problems that I need to be frustrated about.

....And then I take a 2 hour lunch break and come back stinking of Pub.

In all seriousness, I actually have been quite busy drinking lately. So busy, in fact, that I feel guilty and lay awake at night thinking of all incredibly small number of times I've clicked the "View Entire Neighborhood" link or responded to emails, and start to panic when I think of the fact that I haven't written anything on here in a couple of weeks. I do! I really do! And then I have horrific nightmares where Vox runs off with some other chick with a clever little pastry-esque inspired name, like Little Debbie or PanCate and they make hot, sweaty, wireless, blog-writing love to each other.

Then, to make matters worse, Vox then marks PanCate as [This is good], and then totally removes me from their neighborhood...which then forces me to sign up with Xanga or Blogger and well...I wake up screaming and Iain has to go find me my Vox Tshirt to hold for the rest of the night, just so I can sleep...

Really, I'm not deserting you, my love. You are my little slice of online heaven! My pink, swirly cupcake of Internet fun! Heck, I would even go as far as to say that you, Vox, are my Absolut Raspberry Dream of the Blogging Kingdom.

Yes. It is true!

We have so much to discuss! We do!

We'll talk! We'll do lunch! I'll pencil you in!

...And if I had a Blackberry I would do some fancy manoeuvre to program our rendezvous in, so that it would remind me that we need to have a chat, and alert me to stop dramatically pressing ENTER, and plastering my desk with Post-Its that say things like "Call Rowlings back about Potter book" and come meet you straight away!

Until then, I'll leave you with a fine piece of pastry plush.

My Drug Cute Dealer, the fabulous Maz, was kind enough to send me a few of the cutest plush goodies I've ever seen in my entire life.

Maz! I heart you, and if I could make an entire room made of Maz goodies (including plush sheets and wallpaper) I totally would.

And so, Vox. I booked us an appointment in my imaginary Blackberry, for one of our regular, long-winded chats.

....Oh and if you suddenly see that PanCate girl blogging around, she'll never be as good to you as I am.

(I hear she only drinks Zima, religiously posts bulletins on Myspace, and doesn't even vote. Is she really the kind of psedo-pastry-drunk-chick you want to have as a 'neighbour, additionally listed as a friend'?...I think not, Vox. I think not!)