I met a nice dog today.

Not even kidding.  I’ve seen him a couple of times–and yes, the owner’s a nice bit attractive as well, but I’m leaving that alone for the time being.  I only speak so much Thai…

The dog was Jumbo the Saint Bernard, and was fuzzy, clean, and wonderfully patient.  Two years old.  Size of a bench.  My family was running away until I went up and started petting him, after which the most menacing thing he did was sniff my leg and try to lick me when I went to walk away.

Makes me miss my own ball of fluff at home.  Slightly smaller ball of fluff, definitely more blonde, and a little more under the impression that he’s a lap dog–he’s been thoroughly deceived, all 75 pounds of him–but a big old pillow nonetheless.

I am going to have to marry a big dog lover.  Not just the small dogs.  The bigguns.  The dogs that engulf the chair.  And you are nothing if not willing to play with such dogs.

I really need to write a story.  Problem is, I keep wanting to write Edward and Bella with a specific character that’s been running around my mind for a year now.  I want to give her Jack, make him be her Edward, and turn him into a vampire–or something else fantastical.  And I don’t want him to die anymore, because I won’t be able to write them anymore after that.  But…he already died.  I can’t change it.  Oh, the amount of frustration I feel at this stupid……grr.

Maybe if I just write them I’ll figure it out, but to be honest, they’re not exactly what I feel like writing.

Yuki and Kenta are probably more what I’m looking for right now.  Probably, but I actually kind of want to write realistically.  Perhaps with purpose.  Perhaps not.  At least with a locale I’m familiar with.  If I didn’t dislike the way the Thais handle relationships, I’d set it here.  Maybe I could, with an extra-super-special Thai boy…but that changes everything, and I’ve already started the damned thing.  It’s like my own fanfiction with no source material other than every bit of well developed shoujo I’ve read.  I’m talking Honey and Clover, here, not Princess Something or Other Meets a Knight アイ〜〜〜！ Just so we’re clear.

The Japanese says:  AIIIIIIIIII.

Yeah no thanks, not feelin’ it.

Okay, time to do something productive with myself.  Don’t know what that is yet.  Don’t know if I have anything.

School might as well be a welcome relief.  But I’m still happy anyway, just mildly aimless right now.  It’ll work itself out with a bit of thought.