Wow, it has only been a thousand decades since I wrote a blog. I suppose I was living under the false conscious that I was above blogging. In all honesty I was much too consumed by my schooling to actually write anything in here. Poor readers, you must have been so depressed, lost, and wishful. Well, your dreams are about to come true...JLEAKE is back in the game! WHOOO HOOO...hear the hollers of the crowd, it inspires me to write.
As I listen to Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone (what incredible english musical artists subscribe to!) I realize that I have never felt the way the protangist of the song feels. I have never been better after someone leaves me. I mean of course, like everyone that is heartbroken I convince myself that my life is so much better without that annoying parasite in my life. And of course my friends and family add to this self-justification of my superiority. But in the end, the more people we have in our lives the richer our life is. Even if that person was "destructive" they added to the spice of our life. Is there really such a thing as a destructive relationship anyway? Well....maybe she is talking about cancer, I suppose I would be better if cancer left me. Although it would be weird that cancer would sing her a love song . Maybe cancer's love song is vomiting profusely much like the child in the exorcism. Cancer would fit the breathe better scenario Kelly describes as well. Whether it is cancer or a cancerous like relationship, I have never been in the situation.
Thankfully that song only lasts the average song time of 4ish minutes and luckily my ADD kicks in about a third of the way in.
Now I sit here with my small child (aka Rilo, aka puppy) on my lap and I remember the original thesis of this blog was not the genius that is Kelly Clarkson, but the fact that humans are racists against puppies. You thought it was bad when whites discriminated against blacks...well let me tell you that it is even worse for dogs...and AMERICA is the leader of the specie-ism. Just what America needs, another ism. While traveling through Europe I saw hundreds of dogs run-amok. I saw them dressed in ridiculous outfits. And I saw them in stores at their owners' side. WELL back here in the LAND OF THE FREE (ha) dogs have been restrained by MUZZLES and LEASHES and only rich white women dress their little poodles (not that I am advocating clothing for pooches, I think it is ridiculous) and the worse has been puppies and dogs tied up outside of stores and shops. Now I have never experienced this specie-ism for myself and really paid no mind to it until yesterday. As you know I have a 3 month old puppy named Rilo. He is spoiled and attached to his mama and heaven forbid would I LEAVE him outside when I have to run into the local library branch for a mere moment. I pick him and hold him under my arm while I check out a few videos. The CRUEL librarian insists that dogs are not allowed in the library and forces me out of the library and he will bring my items out to me...ALL BECAUSE of a puppy who is half asleep anyway. He isn't barking or trying to bite the druggie kid next to me near the videos. He is better behaved than the thousands of small children roaming the library, crying and certainly pooing in their pants. My puppy would never poo in the public library.
When I posed this situation to my dear friend Chad Benjamin he said it had to do with sanitary issues. This is understandable if your dog is a junk yard dog that sniffs through people's garbage all day, but in all honesty, would this dog's owner really want to take him to the library anyway? I think not. My puppy is clean. He bathes regularly and I wipe of his paws if they seem dirty. As for small children, the Lord only knows what they get themselves into. They touch poop and bugs and dirt. Heck, they eat these exact objects on a whim if the mood catches them right. Although I sadly admit that Rilo sometimes puts less than desirable objects in his mouth, it's not like he is going to lick a book. And children TOUCH all of the books. For the love of peter, Rilo was in my ARMS, he isn't going to do damage. This racist society can just be too much for me sometimes.
On a separate note, the title of this blog is due to the fact that I graduated undergrad. I officially have a BA in Communication. Rock on. Happiness is a warm gun, mama. Now I am out to find my own happiness.
