Sunday

(yes, I've been gone for a while. Damn Bee won't let me out of this cage. She's too busy partying to give me any sort of computer access. Anyway, let's catch up.)

Number of roommates sleeping here: four
Number of foreigners sleeping here: none, London Fling left yesterday
Number of pissed off roommates sleeping here: two
Number of pissed off roommates that won't be sleeping here much longer come March: one (we hope, we pray, but we still haven't gotten confirmation from Aye's company.)
Number of pissed off roommates contemplating my eviction from the apartment: one
Number of bottles of wine open in the apartment: three
Number of doggies in a crate because she started chewing on something she shouldn't have: one

I'm in trouble again. Aye bought a new rug home after I trashed the old one (peed on it a couple of times, chewed the ends, etc.) And although Bee told me not to fuck it up, I went ahead and started chewing on it anyway. And it snagged.

Life span of rug: 4 hours
Life span of anything new brought into the house: less than 24 hours.

Bee now has me confined to the crate and may not let me see the light of day if she continues to fight with Aye about apartment property that I've ruined. I didn't know that piece of shit rug would snag if I licked it. I was busy cleaning my paws and accidentally got the rug caught in my teeth!

Bee's not buying it. Hell, she's not even looking at me. I'm screwed.