Gratuitous glamour shots of my dog.

Ok, since we're all getting to know each other a little better (and by we, I mean faceless internet pseudo-people composed primarily of ether, and by each other, I mean me, an egomaniac patently assuming that ether-people will find her interesting), I am going to really open up, super-intimately, and show off my favorite furry creature in life. (Hint: it's not the mouse who keeps shitting under my kitchen sink, although she does at times exhibit rat-like qualities). It's my dog! Her name is Lucy, please begin swooning.

Her cruel masters maliciously tied hilarious Christmas ribbons to her for their own disgusting viewing pleasure.  Don't worry folks, she barely noticed, as you can tell by the laser-guided ultra-focused stare she is giving her favorite ball right now, as if she is trying to telecommunicate it into motion herself just to chase it.

"I am still young, and only slightly convinced that you are not raising me for food right now."

For those of you unlucky enough to not have a dog, I suggest you immediately save your settings on World of Warcraft, shut your computer, slip your atrophied limbs out of your bathrobe/pajama combo, go out into the sunlight (careful, it can be bright, you might want to grab some shades), go to the nearest animal rescue center and pick out the fluffiest, wiggliest one you can find.  Pet ownership is the best thing ever.  It will save your soul.