I am not what you might call a "dog" person. To be fair, I love dogs to death and desperately want one of my own, it's just I have never owned one before and don't feel the need to dumb myself down to them, like many people do to babies. Honesly, I don't want to be called a hypocrit, since I'm sure I have done it in the past and will do it again, but I dislike it. Why is that when people see a small dog or baby they can't formulate real sentences or words and use a high pitched voice? Furthermore, illustrated by a lady coming out of a deli this evening, she proceeded to studder-step towards the dog whilst "baby-talking" like she was continuously stubbing her toe. So strange. Maybe when I get my dog I will understand it. For those intersted, my two favorite dogs are the Siberian Huskty (the smaller ones) and and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. When I made some money and move into a bigger and better apartment maybe we'll see.
In recent news (recent being just now) I have realized one of my life long goals. By life long I mean ever since our family took a trip to Australia not to far back. My goal is to be able to proficiently play the didjeridoo. Oh yeah baby, I'm serious. How cool are those things. I'm listening to a contemporary didjeridoo band on iTunes right this very minute, and they rock. We even have two of them at home. Don't think though that I have forgotten about my steel drums. Those are still an active life goal, and also awesome. I'm sure I will end up just getting a piano at some point and going back to what I do best. Besides, it's the easiest to sing along with. We shall see my friends.
Also still in the running is getting my body back to Greek God-like shape. I mean like Adonis, man. However with this new goal added. I will not only get the six-pack I so want, but have upgraded to going for an eight-pack. How awesome would that be. Now I know some of you are thinking, "hmm, I have never seen Andrew with a six-pack, but only his nicely toned ultra-sexy body as always, how will he do it?" I can only say to you that it will happen. And when it does you better pray that I keep my shirt on, because I will be able to stop traffic my friends. I will be glowing of abs, and I don't even know what that means they will be so awesome.
Now, on a sad note, It has come to my attention, by an accidental mention from someone I know, that I have a little stuffed animal problem. And no, I do not mean the fact that I own them. I have forgotten the names of my two horses. So, if anyone can help my remember their names I would forever be in your debt and do anything you wish.
...damnit...just as I finished writing this their names hit me like a brick being thrown through a mini-mart's fron window at 3am. The "bigger-headed" one is Jumbi and the other is Elmer. Whew! I am no longer in anyone's debt permanently, which is too bad since I would have honored it and they could have asked me to do anything. Well, I have a bit of apologizing and explaining to do to my stuffed friends. Excuse me...
