Killing me softly with his snot
It’s no secret dogs are my one true source of joy. Pretty much any dog will make me gasp in pure delight. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve trained my eye to seek out those cute little creatures no matter where I go. There have even been times when I’ve prematurely let out “Awwwws” only to realize the “dog” was really a plastic bag blowing in the wind. So, when I visited Taiwan for the first time in four years I was stoked to find out my uncle’s family had welcomed a wiener dog named Stupid into their lives. Something about dogs brings out the child in me, and after a family outing, I demanded that we go out of the way to visit Stupid. My request was fulfilled and karma prevailed as I re-discovered that I am apparently allergic to dog snot/spit/excretory fluids. Mind you, Stupid is a hyperactive wiener dog puppy, and is sweet enough to give me kisses unlike my childhood dog, Poochie. So I present to you what happens the moment I’m allowed to feel the slightest form of happiness:
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Let’s just chalk this up to yet another thing I’m allergic to, and one more way for me to break out in hives!
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I, too, an unaccustomed to seeing you this happy. I find it crass, and not a little bit improper.
Please cease and desist immediately.
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What the hell Grace? The first two photos are way too joyful. They overwhelm the meek sadness of your hives photo. The post as a whole is therefore decidedly un-sad. In fact, it’s almost a compelling argument for why one should enjoy life’s pleasures even in the face of those inevitable shitty consequences. I do not read this site to be uplifted, dammit! UNACCEPTABLE!