Thursday, January 10, 2013

Piggy

I want to go here: Maldives. I heard the islands would disappear in a few years due to global warming. What a shame! It's so pretty.


"I just thought I should let you know how disgusting your high pitched-baby voice is when you talk to your dog. I hope you never have kids."

Aren't you supposed to speak to them in a higher pitch so they know?! At least that's what some magazine said... emulate the sounds of the mother dog something something. Leave me alone! Let me be disgusting. I can't just be like "YO! I'm going to feed you homie!" I think I understand your sentiments though. I agree that I'm disgusting. I honestly didn't discover the existence of my fake high-pitched baby voice until I started talking to Soybean.

Three of my stitches have fallen out. I can't help it, my friends are too funny. I called my surgeon and asked him if I should be concerned or if I should try to stitch it back into place:
"Are you bleeding?"
"No."
"Did the bone graft leak out?"
"No."
"Do you want to get an infection?"
"No."
"Leave it, don't touch it, and stop laughing."
"Yes, master."

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