A friend of a friend rescued this cute young thing and now he needs a new home.

This little male, neutered, vaccinated and micro-chipped chihuahua is young and friendly. And how sweet is that face! He was found roaming the streets, kept a week while notices were posted, taken to the pound when no-one claimed him and now has been brought back home because he was up for you know what tomorrow.

His foster parent already has six other animals and would like to find him a new home of his own.

If only I had a yard…can just see it now, the minute I buy a place I’ll become the animal rescuer with a dozen rescued dogs.

If any of you are in the mood to save a life, comment here or email me from my “about me” page and I will put you in touch with the foster family.

He’s there every weekend now, arriving friday with backpack in tow and not leaving until monday. I know. Our apartments are tiny and very old. Or charming and cozy, depending which story I’m telling.

This guy’s a loud talker and I’m already bored with his lectures. Apparently he knows everything about music and thinks I wanna know too. We both have all our doors and windows open and I used to love that. But as they journey from cd to cd, whether I want to or not, I hear music plus every stupid thing he tells her. Imagine sharing a house, or having a roommate that you never even wanted. The days of loving my quaint little place are over, until they are.

It’s not a library in there people!

My dad had a business acquaintance with a daughter here. It was someone, and I had to start somewhere. She was friendly on the phone and invited me to meet her at a friends house and then go to dinner.

I wasn’t a complete country bumpkin, but I was wearing Doc Martens with a dress. They were older and sophisticated, both married and working with real careers. My real career as an account coordinator at my first agency paid 20K. It was pitiful so I had a second job, nights and weekends at a stationary shop for extra cash. Let’s assume it was my suave demeanor that had them thinking I was a high roller. But the 40$ cash that I brought and hoped to not use up, was the reality.

Maybe I should have asked more questions. But shit, I was intimidated and just happy they invited me. So when we arrive at the trendy steak house I still figure I can order a salad. And one glass of wine. And not even spend the whole 40 bucks. By now you can guess the rest. Oh yeah, they both ate steaks and appetizers with lots of wine, throwing caution to the wind. While bragging about their sexual exploits before and after marriage, like a couple of players. So I sat there nauseous from them and too much thousand island, feeling like a total loser and cursing my sad little salary. The check comes and they seriously go to split it 3 ways. I’d never been in that situation and didn’t know what to do or say. So I shut up and put 85$ on my credit card.

These days speaking up is my favorite thing. No way would I let hungry bitches treat me badly. Wait, I wouldn’t be eating with bitches anyway.

And I know women are infamous for splitting bills down to the penny. So I’m not suggesting that. But…more awareness at group dinners, splitting the fancy food bill is usually not fair to someone.

Funny, the lessons you learn living on 20K a year.